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.
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