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
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
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
There's been lightning for the past 10 minutes, but there's no thunder, rain, or even wind, and it inspired me to write for the first time in months
