So whom does the lightening
strike ?
While your hiding behind
that big oak tree.

a sojourn into silence
a gift of words

seared, branded
white hot fire

a tongue loosened
a song sung.

A summer wind whips through the air and the trees
Lightning dabbles the sky like a quick paint brush
It’s stunning
Tree limbs bend as the wind moves through them
Like a dance
The sky lightens up from the electric charge moving through
The air fills with the sound of thunder
It’s pounding a rhythm
A summer storm is fast approaching
Playing the wind chimes outside like a musical instrument
As they clang back and forth to the rhythm of the wind
Hold on
It’s coming

Located near a State Park
Docks for boats and fishing
Blowfish swell like mini basketballs hoping humans won"t cut off their edible tails
Two little girls in yellow and orange bathing suits with vertical orange stripes  on top
Jump on swings on the sand trying to pump high and jump into the ocean
Captree childhood beach days