In the heart of the storm, the lightning weaves,
Threads of brilliance in the darkened eaves.
It whispers secrets to the rolling thunder,
A fleeting wonder that makes the night sunder.

Through the velvet sky, it paints a fleeting glow,
A celestial show that makes the heavens bow.
Its light, a fleeting promise, quickly gone,
Yet its memory lingers, like the dawn.

It dances with the rain, a partner in the night,
Illuminating shadows with its electric light.
Each bolt a story, told in silent screams,
A messenger of dreams, in fractured beams.

The storm’s fierce heart, its radiant core,
A spectacle of power, a timeless lore.
In its presence, the world stands still,
Captivated by its wild, unbridled will.