Poet

Lightning

A flashy, a light, a crash with no sound.

So pure, a bridge from heaven to the ground.

Then, a boom, a thundering roar.

That sends vibrations through the floor.

Rain is beating down on my glass.

The only good thing is that it'll make the plants last.

It's struck, hear the crack as a tree falls.

I can feel the rattle flowing through the walls.

Lightning, it kills, it destroys and breaks.

Together with rain see the mess it makes.

- Viola ( -GangsterSangster- )

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Last week there was a lightning storm where I live so I was inspired to write this! Please continue to give constructive criticism and comment for they are much appreciated.