It's shoots brightly, up and up and up until it is noticed-and feared.
It's body is slim and beautiful, but it hits whatever it wishes to, and strikes stupidity into young minds and wariness into wise ones, all the while not caring about how close it's getting.
People carry on with their everyday lives as a shield to protect them from a chaotic outbreak.
"Stay calm," the man chats in his head.
"Don't panic," the teen thinks as it strikes the top of a building three blocks away.
"It's only a little lightning, it can't hurt you," the mother tells her child as he stares in wonder at what he is most afraid of.
The thunder crashes loudly through the sky, rattling the windows and the hearts of those who fear it.
And forever, I remain afraid.