Heat Lightning

" Heat Lightning "

With the air so heavy laden,
I lay atop the sheet;
like a naked sultry maiden
seeking respite from the heat.

Summer breeds a night so bleak,
heat lightning rips the sky.
I watched it in a jagged streak,
blue white went flying by.

A blinding flash behind the trees,
a crack that split the ears,
a rumble and a passing breeze,
rain fell like heartbreak's tears.

North, northwest a storm was born,
quickened in the dark
and like an artist's canvas torn,
it ripped the night apart.

With warnings nil, it struck at will,
they won't forget that sound
and when the midnight sky was still,
debris lay all around.

They said the twister was F-five
and some had not been spared.
Those the storm had left alive
had never been so scared.

They say it is the wrath of God
when a funnel cloud is near
but are we just a lightning rod;
is lightning all we fear?

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