There is strange beauty in nature
Such power in these spring storms
The trees are still-
No quaking branches,
Not even shivering leaves-
Everything seems lifeless
Until a flash fills the air
So bright it could be a photograph
...
Yet nothing follows
There is no thunder, no rain
Just the empty promise,
A hint of what might come
An odd compliment
To the silent and still trees,
Breathing life into every crevice
With each illuminating strike