Stormy Weather

Lightning fills the sky

And it’s almost like daybreak

For just the split second it’s lit

Blink momentarily

And that’s it, you’ve missed it.

Although its glow is different

The lightning’s glare is white

In contrast to the sun

And its blaring orange light

For every bolt cracking through the atmosphere

As if the sky were made of glass

I smile, standing in the street

Arms outstretched, hoping rains will last.