From the heavens breaks a silent cry,
As lightning weaves its silver thread,
Across the dark and brooding sky,
It dances where angels fear to tread.

Through night’s embrace, it cleaves the veil,
Illuminating a world in slumber,
A brief, yet fiery, electric gale,
That leaves the heart in quiet wonder.

The storm’s fierce herald, bright and bold,
Its voice a roar, its touch a blaze,
Yet in its wake, the air turns cold,
A fleeting glimpse of nature’s craze.

When silence follows, and shadows grow,
The lightning’s tale forever told,
In whispered winds, its echoes glow,
A timeless story to behold.