Lightning is the ill betrayed friend of thunder
It dances around in the darkened sky
taking jabs when it can
When it misses, it streaks off into oblivion
But if it’s lucky and it often is
You can hear the impact and the cry of its enemy
For rain is the tears that the lightning cries
And the wind is the air that escapes from under as it falls
© Lena Wright 07/29/2015
