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The fear that comes with lightning |
| Lightning Like a long finger from the sky The lightning points with precision Who or what does it seek with its eye? With terror we wait for its decision. The darkness becomes light Brightness flashes around us The lightning laughs at our fright Its searchlight has found us. A tall tree is hit and its branches shriek and break We feel as weak as a flower The scene is hard to take As nature displays its awesome power. |