The kids here are shouting out of amazement
They're watching the tendrils of a lightning appear and dissapear
Every flash they reply with gleeful shouts
Just like the audience at a theater
To them it's magic.
A spectacle managed by gods and other mystifying forces beyond our understanding
To me, it's just light and physics and weather
No awe
No divinity
Just a mundane occurance at best
And
A nuisance at worst
I guess that's what time does to you
