In the heart of a tempest, where shadows take flight,
Lightning weaves its tale through the fabric of night.
A luminous whisper, a fleeting embrace,
In the dance of the storm, it finds its place.

Through the veil of the dark, it carves a bright scar,
A moment of brilliance, a celestial star.
With a crackling voice, it speaks to the earth,
Of power and beauty, of chaos and birth.

Each flash a reminder, of nature’s grand might,
A symphony of silence, a burst of pure light.
In the stillness that follows, a hush so profound,
Echoes the heartbeat of the world all around.

Oh, lightning, dear lightning, a marvel so rare,
You dance through the heavens, with elegant flair.
In your brief existence, you leave us in awe,
A glimpse of the divine, unblemished by flaw.