Lightning

Rain is falling from the sky,
Drowning out all other noise.
Lightning streaking through the trees.
Striking houses,
Slicing open and burning trees.
I lay in bed watching this show.
This deadly tango.
This deadly ballet.
Dangerous elements let out to play.
Wind ripping through the newly ruined trees,
A lightning struck bird lays trying to breath

Rain is falling from the sky.
Now softer then a lullaby.
As I walk outside,
Rain mingling with my salty tears.
Looking at the places lightning seared
Animals licking at their wounds.
In the light of the watery moon,
I listen to a owls "Whoo."
As I think to myself,
Is the sky crying?
This storm has left so many dying.
Is the sky crying?