Thunder's Landing Poem by Kylee Wells

Distant thunder
flashing bolts of lightening in a ready distance
solitude that finds you
no matter how active the sky
at nights arrival it becomes a show of the best talents the sky does pose
it wakes sleeping dreams
and inquires of ebony skies to follow thee
a pigment of white traces, a line
beloved by dry land
a fire to find
or if it so seeks to strike sand
the fearful approach of lightening blast
with an instant creation is that of glass
unseen was the activity at dusk
brothers stayed situated outside
and to great surprise was this show
assistant to the light was the thunder’s cry
and how majestically it maybe
long enough to catch you in the rain
it all comes down
and it’s all to blame
have you no shame sweet show in the sky?
To be blessed with, am I?