From the bay view, in window form,
yesterday I saw an electricity storm.
As the rain beat down, it beat down warm.
A confusing thing, is an electricity storm.
For the thunder that seems to explode the sky,
remains only a reflection in my eye.
And the world’s own mother ‘claps!’ in delight
while the world stays dim and sparks with light.
With a crash and a bang and a piercing cry,
It’s just a spectacle to marvel at, for you and I.
Have you ever had so much going on,
that it comes in a flash, and then it’s gone?
Wondering if you’re falling in, or falling out of love
If shove is coming to push, or push coming to shove?
If there’s really even clouds and birds flying above?
Yet look closer at the rain, and the lighting rage
and you’ll see that it’s just an act on the world’s own stage.
Just a moment of brilliance that only a creative eye can cage
It’s the gift of raw turmoil, to be put on your page.
