The Storm of Death

The crack of lighting
striking in the middle of the night
like a assassin with a sharp katana
not knowing when he will strike
flash once you see its too late
quick and silent as can be
killing with a second after it hits
dashing away for another day
still unknowing place it hides
all we can do is wait till it kills again
the only trace is left is a loud boom
then you know its to late
that another soul has been taken away