Lightning storms in the distance
With each strike
We are in awe of their shapes and power
They strike left, right and center
It’s strange
We do not hear the thunder
Our paths converge
Soon a strike that is too close for comfort
Our awe turns to uneasiness
Uneasiness turns to fear
We continue forward
And try to chat normally like we always do
But deep inside its churning
Round and round
Our eyes are wide darting back and forth
Peering through the rain drops
Wishing for over there
Not right here
Where we are
As soon as it began
It also ends
And we shoot out of the storm
Into sunshine and clear skies
The lightning storm is now behind us
And again, we wonder why
We never heard the thunder
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Originally posted June 29, 2015
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