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,

 with bemusement.


 Why are you staring?

 I didn’t realise I was.

 Well stop it.