Lightning sparks

lines drawn, and erased:

Nature;

booming

splitting the air.

As sound waves hit

I soak them in;

I call it closer.

Closer.

Hair on end;

light flares;

Lightning.

It courses through my veins.

I laugh.

It slides

into my body

and it sheds

that power

glorious power…

Wind whipping

my hair at its mercy.

Dark clouds;

a cyclone.

Above me.

And the tree,

once green,

once lovely;

is dead…

dead

and wreathed

in red...