thunderstorm thoughts

the beauty

of a lightning storm

is in knowing that it

cannot go on

forever.

quite simply,

one day,

one minute,

it must finally

be ended.

i wonder if i thought that

was you and me;

that we were beautiful

and bright

and blazing,

explosive, even,

plasma created from a

disbalance

that nature seeks to correct,

as electrons

shiver and quake and jump

so quick between the earth

and the sky

that in one split second

it is over.

and if i thought

that was us,

how could i miss

such an obvious thing?

it felt like an

infinite moment.

but lightning comes from

imbalance.

i enjoyed the correction

so much that

somehow

i missed the fact

that lightning

and rain

and storms

do not last forever

and neither could we.