Of Lightning, majestic and frightening.
She hides in the closet, shaking but quiet.
The flashes in this house come often and in bouts.
Throw shards into shadow, make fragile spectres: borrowed.
Clamp your eyes, hold down - wait.
It will pass.
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Sounds like an incredible storm.
It may sound strange but I really like the power of such a storm.
Love your writing.
SQ
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