A storm – lightning shooting across the sky.
A storm – ocean waves rising and crashing down.
A storm – obliterating the past, clearing a way for the future.
Blissful electric crackling and sparking,
hidden in the darkened clouds.
Blue light, blue waves, united together.
A truly destructive combination.
A hazard, a disaster waiting to happen,
a storm kept safely behind glassy eyes.
Eyes looking at me with confusion,
Why are you staring?
I didn’t realise I was.
Well stop it.