it hits the sky like it wants to leave a trail of destruction, when actually, it’s just replying to what the thunder has said. i don’t think it means anything bad, i think it’s just trying to express itself. shooting through, without a care in the world. not half as bad as thunder, is it? he started it.
lightning strikes
and the people run
grab your children
take your gun
the thunder gods are getting near
everyone hide
shiver in your fear
down goes the man
into his dark frightful cellar
if the storm never passes
we shall call him, Cellar Dweller
crashes. lightning crashes: its a song that penetrated my family’s ears for years. That and dolphin’s cry. Really it the band “Live” that got to us; the spirituality, the sheer beauty of the words.
Lighting is amazing because it shows us that something so beautiful and astonishing can also be so devastating. Watching a lightning storm invokes both wonder and fear within us.
The loud rumbling sound washed over the dark sky. Then suddenly, a flash of lightning lights up everything around me for just a second or two, before the loud, ominous rumbling comes again. Then, the first plump drops of water land on my shoulders. I love thunder storms.
cra-crash.
the light paints the sky with every flicker.
shades of green, blue, mostly purple…. all in this wonderful storm….
faces are made in the clouds, jeering, glaring and staring…. all wondering where i came from.
the lightning was so bright the whole sky lit up for 2 seconds as the thunderstorm moved through the prairie
wind blowing and the thunder and again lightning came on the midnight darkness
thunderstorms, good to sit in a car when it strikes, do not stand under trees, faraday cage can protect you. Extremely high cvoltage, millions even. does not strike the same place twice!
so the other day it was about 4 in the morning and i was still up, as always, i decided i need to finish up my desposable camera, so i walked outside with a bubooshka on and took all these neat photos but cars passing by proabbly thought i was a burgaler. I hope the pictures turn out
Lightning,
like cracks in the sky.
Or a rip.
Or a tear.
As if some thing is hiding…
No.
Fighting,
to get out.
Droplets fall.
Thunder moans.
Sweat. Tears. Cries.
There’s a creature inside.
the lightning passes by the following of a man. the man stays in the undercover of what he thought was protection. all in to see the lighting and what it truly is. a man in fear of lightning.
strikes, but never ….. twice, the cliches are irresistible. Fast, as….forked, sheet, balls of fire, tattoos, go faster on a car, greased, baking powder
Lightning cut across the sky coloring everything in shades of blue and purple. The air felt charged with unreleased energy from the approaching storm and all the while the two boys watched from the balcony in a daze of fright and awe.
“Did you see that last one? How it lit up the entire city?” said the eldest, giving his brother a soft shove.
The younger of the two shuddered.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t like lighting.”
“Scared?” teased the first.
“Of course not,” answered the youngest with empty bravado. “But it seems silly to be amazed at something as fleeting as light. I am much more intrigued by the darkness that envelops it and the mysteries it conceals.”
stuff that comes from the sky.
something to do with negative and positive… ions?
yeah.
it makes cool pictures…
when i was i kid i went out boating and a storm started & i had never seen it before and so i was scared and crying and there was like scooby doo and i was hugging it but then my cousin was like watch this! and gave it to the dog and it got all slobery… ):
Sitting on the porch, a warm breeze lingered, then coiled around me. Thunder & lightening kept lighting up the sky. It felt comfortable to be back in my old house. It felt safe to be out of the city.
lighting flashed. I dodged the bullet of white light. It turned to glass in the sand. My right ear was singed by the heat. But I didn’t care. I was on top of the world. Below the storm raged and the sea rushed endlessly at the beach. But i was above it all. I could live forever watching the world get torn apart.
The lightning flashes all around, as I run like mad to gather those in danger. It’s my first (and hopefully final) experience with triage medicine. What was happening? It didn’t matter. I had to get them all to safe ground before any type of detective work could be done.
אורות זה משהו שהייתי רוצה לזכות ב. היא באה אלי לפעמים אבל אני תמיד מאבדת אותה אכישוהו אנשים אוצרים על אורות שהיא דבר נפלא ושאם אתה זסוכה לראותה אתה בר מזל באמת אני לא מבינה האם רק דתיים או משיחים רואים את האורות שלהם? מה איתי למה אני לא זוכה להסתכל מידי פעם לירח ולגלות תוביות נפלאות ו-פתרונות לחיי המשמימים ובעיו סתומות נפתרות ברגע עלי ידי התגלות אורית.
he said he knew he would die young and that he would die by being struck by lightening. He was dressed in his worn orange toweling robe at eleven in the morning and the late summer sun was streaming into the little top floor flat. She knew she wasn’t going to marry him despite the precipitous intensity of the passion she felt for him and the new life in the croft that he offered, all components of her dreams, but sometimes something deep inside her took over and made decisions she didn’t understand. He was dead in five years, not by lightening, by heroin. She could see his green wide lost eyes all her life
Fills the air with a bright and brilliant burst of light. The air tightens and bursts in a clash of noise that burns the air around it. The sky begins falling with heavy rain and the smell of ozone fills the air.
Lightning raced across the sky, challenging even the fastest runner on the savannah. The cheetah looked at the vast darkening sky above her, smoke filling her nostrils as the fire rose.
The lighting struck and nobody was sure what to do. He was just a small boy, nothing special. Not nothing special in a bad way, he was still loved by many. But he wasn’t the kind that shone up the room. He was just a boy. That was the worst part. It made everyone realize — that could have been any single boy I know. Think of all the people you know who don’t shine up the room. It could have been any one of them. What if it were all of them? Everyone is special. Everyone shines once they’re gone.
It boomed in the distance. The sky was dark and I saw a tree before me. It was kind of cliche, how the tree managed to line up with the lightning. Regardless of that, it still scared me. I tried to run away and yet I felt like I could never escape what was happening.
I wish I hadn’t ran away from home. I wish I hadn’t set out on a night like this- I should have listened to Al Roker.
thunder crashed like a million gongs, and lightning lit the sky. I screeched in terror but had to muzzle myself to avoid detection from the evil shadow lurking in the room. silence. silence. BOOM!!!!!!
bolts of lightning shook the sky, and lit up what should have been a dark night. the little fishing boat’s line had come undone by the raging winds that howled and howled and the boat was cast off to sea. it was nearly swallowed by the gulping waves.
He was a storm, flying across the room, he didn’t care I had offered him my best scotch. He saw the way my eyes darted up Kimmy’s legs and the tight little way she smiled. He came out of the armchair like lighting and I flinched at the first sign, flailing my arms up to my face.
I had a cat named Lightning when I was a pre-teen—a sweet little tortie. She got hit by a car in the middle of the night, and my parents knew about it, but told me she ran away. A friend later told me what really happened; I was devastated. I didn’t get another tortie till nearly 45 years later. She looked a lot like my first. I named her Little Light.
It struck – illuminated against the sheets of rain, barely a flicker, barely a wisp.
it hits the sky like it wants to leave a trail of destruction, when actually, it’s just replying to what the thunder has said. i don’t think it means anything bad, i think it’s just trying to express itself. shooting through, without a care in the world. not half as bad as thunder, is it? he started it.
lightning strikes
and the people run
grab your children
take your gun
the thunder gods are getting near
everyone hide
shiver in your fear
down goes the man
into his dark frightful cellar
if the storm never passes
we shall call him, Cellar Dweller
crashes. lightning crashes: its a song that penetrated my family’s ears for years. That and dolphin’s cry. Really it the band “Live” that got to us; the spirituality, the sheer beauty of the words.
Lighting is amazing because it shows us that something so beautiful and astonishing can also be so devastating. Watching a lightning storm invokes both wonder and fear within us.
A gold bloom of lightning split the midnight blue sky in to two halves. Another bolt struck a tree blackening it and smouldering it to ashes.
The loud rumbling sound washed over the dark sky. Then suddenly, a flash of lightning lights up everything around me for just a second or two, before the loud, ominous rumbling comes again. Then, the first plump drops of water land on my shoulders. I love thunder storms.
cra-crash.
the light paints the sky with every flicker.
shades of green, blue, mostly purple…. all in this wonderful storm….
faces are made in the clouds, jeering, glaring and staring…. all wondering where i came from.
Energy. Fright! Is there enough time to get down from here? Should I go higher into the trees or try to scrable the slope?
Streaks flickered across the sky. It was huge, lightning lashed the ground wildly, the rain soothing the wounds.
the lightning was so bright the whole sky lit up for 2 seconds as the thunderstorm moved through the prairie
wind blowing and the thunder and again lightning came on the midnight darkness
thunderstorms, good to sit in a car when it strikes, do not stand under trees, faraday cage can protect you. Extremely high cvoltage, millions even. does not strike the same place twice!
an’ to think it’s all because of something I said…
so the other day it was about 4 in the morning and i was still up, as always, i decided i need to finish up my desposable camera, so i walked outside with a bubooshka on and took all these neat photos but cars passing by proabbly thought i was a burgaler. I hope the pictures turn out
Lightning,
like cracks in the sky.
Or a rip.
Or a tear.
As if some thing is hiding…
No.
Fighting,
to get out.
Droplets fall.
Thunder moans.
Sweat. Tears. Cries.
There’s a creature inside.
Light pretty. Storm. Loud. Crack. Scary.
Pause and enjoy
the lightning passes by the following of a man. the man stays in the undercover of what he thought was protection. all in to see the lighting and what it truly is. a man in fear of lightning.
strikes, but never ….. twice, the cliches are irresistible. Fast, as….forked, sheet, balls of fire, tattoos, go faster on a car, greased, baking powder
Lightning cut across the sky coloring everything in shades of blue and purple. The air felt charged with unreleased energy from the approaching storm and all the while the two boys watched from the balcony in a daze of fright and awe.
“Did you see that last one? How it lit up the entire city?” said the eldest, giving his brother a soft shove.
The younger of the two shuddered.
“What’s the matter?”
“I don’t like lighting.”
“Scared?” teased the first.
“Of course not,” answered the youngest with empty bravado. “But it seems silly to be amazed at something as fleeting as light. I am much more intrigued by the darkness that envelops it and the mysteries it conceals.”
APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE! ’tis the greatest show on Earth- an ’tis
all for free!
APPLAUSE! APPLAUSE!
stuff that comes from the sky.
something to do with negative and positive… ions?
yeah.
it makes cool pictures…
when i was i kid i went out boating and a storm started & i had never seen it before and so i was scared and crying and there was like scooby doo and i was hugging it but then my cousin was like watch this! and gave it to the dog and it got all slobery… ):
Sitting on the porch, a warm breeze lingered, then coiled around me. Thunder & lightening kept lighting up the sky. It felt comfortable to be back in my old house. It felt safe to be out of the city.
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lighting flashed. I dodged the bullet of white light. It turned to glass in the sand. My right ear was singed by the heat. But I didn’t care. I was on top of the world. Below the storm raged and the sea rushed endlessly at the beach. But i was above it all. I could live forever watching the world get torn apart.
The lightning flashes all around, as I run like mad to gather those in danger. It’s my first (and hopefully final) experience with triage medicine. What was happening? It didn’t matter. I had to get them all to safe ground before any type of detective work could be done.
אורות זה משהו שהייתי רוצה לזכות ב. היא באה אלי לפעמים אבל אני תמיד מאבדת אותה אכישוהו אנשים אוצרים על אורות שהיא דבר נפלא ושאם אתה זסוכה לראותה אתה בר מזל באמת אני לא מבינה האם רק דתיים או משיחים רואים את האורות שלהם? מה איתי למה אני לא זוכה להסתכל מידי פעם לירח ולגלות תוביות נפלאות ו-פתרונות לחיי המשמימים ובעיו סתומות נפתרות ברגע עלי ידי התגלות אורית.
he said he knew he would die young and that he would die by being struck by lightening. He was dressed in his worn orange toweling robe at eleven in the morning and the late summer sun was streaming into the little top floor flat. She knew she wasn’t going to marry him despite the precipitous intensity of the passion she felt for him and the new life in the croft that he offered, all components of her dreams, but sometimes something deep inside her took over and made decisions she didn’t understand. He was dead in five years, not by lightening, by heroin. She could see his green wide lost eyes all her life
Fills the air with a bright and brilliant burst of light. The air tightens and bursts in a clash of noise that burns the air around it. The sky begins falling with heavy rain and the smell of ozone fills the air.
dark
ominous
menacing
rain
flood
bright
light
caution
wet
clouds
Florida
GREAT!!
C’mon! C’mon! lets show dem! Giv’ ’em HELL!!
“my friend
my ally
the constant presence in the moments of my triumph”
the goddess smiles and tosses her head
chaos and lightning go hand in hand
Lightning raced across the sky, challenging even the fastest runner on the savannah. The cheetah looked at the vast darkening sky above her, smoke filling her nostrils as the fire rose.
The lighting struck and nobody was sure what to do. He was just a small boy, nothing special. Not nothing special in a bad way, he was still loved by many. But he wasn’t the kind that shone up the room. He was just a boy. That was the worst part. It made everyone realize — that could have been any single boy I know. Think of all the people you know who don’t shine up the room. It could have been any one of them. What if it were all of them? Everyone is special. Everyone shines once they’re gone.
It boomed in the distance. The sky was dark and I saw a tree before me. It was kind of cliche, how the tree managed to line up with the lightning. Regardless of that, it still scared me. I tried to run away and yet I felt like I could never escape what was happening.
I wish I hadn’t ran away from home. I wish I hadn’t set out on a night like this- I should have listened to Al Roker.
thunder crashed like a million gongs, and lightning lit the sky. I screeched in terror but had to muzzle myself to avoid detection from the evil shadow lurking in the room. silence. silence. BOOM!!!!!!
bolts of lightning shook the sky, and lit up what should have been a dark night. the little fishing boat’s line had come undone by the raging winds that howled and howled and the boat was cast off to sea. it was nearly swallowed by the gulping waves.
He was a storm, flying across the room, he didn’t care I had offered him my best scotch. He saw the way my eyes darted up Kimmy’s legs and the tight little way she smiled. He came out of the armchair like lighting and I flinched at the first sign, flailing my arms up to my face.
I had a cat named Lightning when I was a pre-teen—a sweet little tortie. She got hit by a car in the middle of the night, and my parents knew about it, but told me she ran away. A friend later told me what really happened; I was devastated. I didn’t get another tortie till nearly 45 years later. She looked a lot like my first. I named her Little Light.