Electricity in the clouds
The bright shiny yellow strikes danced a crossed the sky
Like a dance of some kind
The gray canvas they dance on sway and morph with the wind
The streaks look like roots trying to touch the earth but only some make it
When they do touch the ground they leave a burn, a scar
A flash and then a tendril of white and yellow
Followed by a boom
The clouds are just like that of a room with the lights off
Children hide under their beds
Teenagers watch in fascination
Parents check on their electricity
Soon in the morning the dance ends
Only to be replaced by a collaboration of an artist's pallet
and a never ending rainbow
Like a dance of some kind
The gray canvas they dance on sway and morph with the wind
The streaks look like roots trying to touch the earth but only some make it
When they do touch the ground they leave a burn, a scar
A flash and then a tendril of white and yellow
Followed by a boom
The clouds are just like that of a room with the lights off
Children hide under their beds
Teenagers watch in fascination
Parents check on their electricity
Soon in the morning the dance ends
Only to be replaced by a collaboration of an artist's pallet
and a never ending rainbow
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a storm is brewing comment or face my lightning