In the depths of the night, the sky awakens,
A luminous dance in the storm’s embrace,
Electric dreams speak in thunder’s cadence,
Lighting paths with a fleeting grace.

Each bolt a whisper of ancient tales,
Carved in the fabric of the stormy air,
Sketching silhouettes of forgotten sails,
Guiding lost souls with a fiery flare.

Beneath the storm, the earth lies still,
Listening to the secrets the lightning shares,
A symphony of power, a wild thrill,
In every flash, a story ensnares.

The storm’s crescendo begins to fade,
Yet echoes of light linger in the mind,
A memory of the celestial parade,
Leaving only the night, calm and kind.