And what of thunder? The anger, the rage,
the fury of noise, nature standing firm,
reasserting authority in what we hear,
reminding us we are less than a dot on life’s page.
And what of lightning? The scything jagged streak,
the blinding flash, more brilliant than geniuses,
than the Machiavellian cunning of the powerful,
a reminder that the Earth is bequeathed to the meek.
Thunder to chastise, to stop us in our tracks,
moments when our true fears are laid bare;
lightning to strip us back to our foundations,
precious moments in the brightness of a spirit’s flare.