I took a photograph once. It was a perfect photograph of a lightning branch. That’s what I call lightning strikes, you see. Are they at all different from the trees that surround us? They’ve got branches all the same, don’t they? It was fourth of July 2010 and I thought I might die. However, I did not, and now I am here to tell you that most uninteresting story. Good day.
The lightning flashed as the thunder crashed. He woke with a start, heart pounding in his chest. “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. Just a man, hanging a horse.” Because only in our marriage would a rather tasteless Mel Brooks movie line calm my storm-averse husband in the middle of the night.
The lightning struck around him. It didn’t strike him, which meant his wonderful invention was working. It would route lightning away from him and use it for electricity.
lightning is a form a light, coming from dark clouds. In other words when a storm forms lightning an rain come soon after. It’s breatuful. it strikes anywhere an everywhere. sometimes killing plants, trees, animals and even humans.
I looked to the east and saw, on the horizon, a dark cloud approaching. Suddenly, light filled the sky! I ducked, knowing a lightning storm was coming. What could I hide under? Only a small shrub within ten feet; I dove for it.
I hear the rain pitter-patter on the roof of my summer home, the thunder crashing and the lightning strike. I feel uncomfortable, lonely, and out of place. I’m worried that Jack won’t make it back from the grocery store safely, and I’ll be left here alone indefinitely. It’s raining harder now, and I’m pacing the living room. My phone begins to ring, I pick it up, and I can’t believe what I’ve heard.
see it during thick storms when the rain is heavy and i feel exilerated and shocked by the pure beauty made by nature itself. People may describe it as Gods wrath but i see his wonder.
lightning reminds me of my indian name walking thunder.. I love the rain. the way it makes my hair curl , when i was my hair in the shower it cant do that. i love thesounds of thunder. it makes me calm and want to sleep at my darkest moments and downest feelings.
Just then the door opened to Jensen’s right and a uniformed man walked in starchly. Jensen read his name tag, Lightning. Well, there’s a hell of a moniker, thought Jensen, and then giggled a little inside when he rattled his arm against the handcuffs and said, “Sorry for not being able to salute your majesty, but I’m kind of tied up at the moment.”
Lightning can be one of the most fierce and intimidating forms of interaction between nature and all things living. Perhaps nature wants to remind us that we are only guests in her home or perhaps she is telling us to be strong and make the most of our time. Or maybe, just maybe, nature is merely showing off.
I´m afraid of lightning. Actually, no, I´m not. It´s just what I´m supposed to be. I´m supposed to be afraid of it. If the word lightning even means what I think it means. For me lightning is this beautiful shot of light in a dark rainy night that enlightens the dark and shows me”No Corinna, you´re not alone, you´re right where you belong.”
yes!!!* it’s crackling all around me now! the rain is pouring, the thunder is storming. everything around me is covered in white haze, surreal grey. the sound is echoing white noise into nothingness. the trees are bending and greening.
and so am i.
(*what an amazing synchronicity that the word is “lightning” while i’m literally in the middle of an amazing storm. i love oneword.)
eh. A lightning split or scarred trunk in a desloate field in Africa is all I can think of and I don’t feel like gathering my creative resources to describe it. So imagine it yourself. (It’s gloomy. And creepy. And dead.)
lightening strikes her every time. she hates it. it makes her sick. every time he looks at her she lets the electricity jolt through her as long as she has his gaze… wondering the whole time if she really wants to be with someone that makes her heart sting… yet, he’s the only one who can.
well i was just saying how i need to talk slower but move at the speed opf lightningh i will be like a wise man that will resetve enegrgy and olny move lightning fast when the moment calls me i will strike and answer super duper fast until then i will strol and use a slow tounge roll.
Shatters like my heart when I remember the way my hands fit so perfectly in to yours. Beautiful like the disaster I created everytime I lied in to the telephone. Gone in a flash. Too busy looking pretty to make any cosmic connection to my heart. Why do you think it’s okay only to hit and cause damage? Such a beautiful disaster and it’s all in my head everytime you flash in the summer air. Thunder hates you, I’m sure.
lighting is fast, life is fast, lighting goes right before your eyes, just like life. lighting hurts, wow so does life. lighting can bring alot of damage pain and shock.. so can life. but from a different perspective lighting can be beautiful.. the same as life.
fast light white oh my god scary uhmmm woods trees. Loud very frightening. Lightening doesn’t always bring rain, rain doesn’t always bring lightening. I like it. It’s exhilarating.
you are the light
the lightning, star and moonshine
sunny morning
my yaya my yoyo
you are yes, and never my no
when you go crazy kiss me on the mouth
love meon the ground
Lightning struck his face like a vicious blow with every vindictive word she threw his way. Worthless, nothing… What if this was all they had become? What if this is all they were? What if this was all they had always been, and he was too blinded by the faceless words of love? He coveted her honesty, but could not force himself to be so faithless in this desperate time. It seemed, for the first time, he heard every word she spoke. And, what she was saying is, “Goodbye.”
it’s a dark night in the small town as i gaze outside my window above my bed. the dark clouds are here to stay tonight, so it seems. the lightening flashing, the rain pounding to the ground, and the rumbling of the thunder. i must grab my earmuffs.
Pigeons stumble through the lightning in a stampede.
Crash. One falls to the floor.
Two. Heads roll.
The massacre of pigeons is thunder.
Water downpours my head and I cry.
Stop dying. Stop dying.
And the birds coo.
Coo. Coo. Coo.
forked and cracked, it spreads across the night, creating shadows in the corners that some would call monsters. the monsters do not scare me, nor does the rain or the thunder or the lighting. the darkness is my only constant friend.
Make up your mind. No single thought is quicker than lightning but if you make it up now, it means you know what you want. IF you can count the seconds from lightning to thunder, you know your limits. If not, try again in the next storm.
The outline of lightning is a beautiful backdrop for beautiful moments. It may seem cliche, but the best part of lightning is the way that it illuminates the dark around it and, for one brief, electric second, everything is visible. I wish these kinds of moments could really be described, but in the end they are just a feeling that you have when you take a second to stop and enjoy the short time spent with big people who make you feel complete and happy.
everything what i got in my head is not just a pasion or something else like money, culture or sex … it’sshining like a box … or out of it… but i think inside of my joy … inside of my nose and my feet…
white-hot feral fury, thunderous anger that speaks only to its own kind and means nothing to those two refuse to listen, but if you try and don’t speak nature to begin with, all you will get is a big shock.
Lightning flashed, the light blinding her as the boom rattled her teeth. She had to get out of here. This tempest was destroying the forest, and her with it, if she didn’t find a way to stop it. There were words, but there wasn’t enough time.
I was wondering how I could entertain my grandsons, Nate and Andrew, and their friend the other evening. A movie would have cost a fortune, and I have been trying to cut back on spending. The whole crew was coming over to spend the night. Imagine my delight when they discovered lightning bugs in the front yard and spent a wonderful time running after them, and gently putting them in a jar — lots of laughter and fun, and the lightning bugs were paroled without damage!
The lightning lights up the sky. The thunder shakes the house. It’s the perfect storm. The storm where I feel like everything is finally falling apart while everyone watches in awe. The booming thunder is the sound of the world around us collapsing and the lightning is the flashing cameras of those who have been waiting for us to fall. And soon, we will hit the ground and we will be nothing but debris from what used to be.
lighting flying through the sky
watching it, you and i
you hold my hand, i hold the surface
you touch my heart, i know you’re hurting
thunder’s coming, hide you face
buried deep, without a trace
watching raindrops, feeling fear
speaking truth, there’s nothing here
The lightning strikes the ground, and pidgeons flock around me. They coo at me, in a roar like thunder. I don’t understand, but the lightening keeps coming, and those damned birds won’t stop singing.
Howling.
The birds won’t stop howling at the boistorous thunder.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
I took a photograph once. It was a perfect photograph of a lightning branch. That’s what I call lightning strikes, you see. Are they at all different from the trees that surround us? They’ve got branches all the same, don’t they? It was fourth of July 2010 and I thought I might die. However, I did not, and now I am here to tell you that most uninteresting story. Good day.
The lightning flashed as the thunder crashed. He woke with a start, heart pounding in his chest. “Oh, sweetie, don’t worry. Just a man, hanging a horse.” Because only in our marriage would a rather tasteless Mel Brooks movie line calm my storm-averse husband in the middle of the night.
The lightning struck around him. It didn’t strike him, which meant his wonderful invention was working. It would route lightning away from him and use it for electricity.
lightning is a form a light, coming from dark clouds. In other words when a storm forms lightning an rain come soon after. It’s breatuful. it strikes anywhere an everywhere. sometimes killing plants, trees, animals and even humans.
I have held in the feelings for too long. It was time to tell you. I had no idea you would react that way. It was if I was struck by lightning.
I looked to the east and saw, on the horizon, a dark cloud approaching. Suddenly, light filled the sky! I ducked, knowing a lightning storm was coming. What could I hide under? Only a small shrub within ten feet; I dove for it.
I hear the rain pitter-patter on the roof of my summer home, the thunder crashing and the lightning strike. I feel uncomfortable, lonely, and out of place. I’m worried that Jack won’t make it back from the grocery store safely, and I’ll be left here alone indefinitely. It’s raining harder now, and I’m pacing the living room. My phone begins to ring, I pick it up, and I can’t believe what I’ve heard.
see it during thick storms when the rain is heavy and i feel exilerated and shocked by the pure beauty made by nature itself. People may describe it as Gods wrath but i see his wonder.
lightning reminds me of my indian name walking thunder.. I love the rain. the way it makes my hair curl , when i was my hair in the shower it cant do that. i love thesounds of thunder. it makes me calm and want to sleep at my darkest moments and downest feelings.
Just then the door opened to Jensen’s right and a uniformed man walked in starchly. Jensen read his name tag, Lightning. Well, there’s a hell of a moniker, thought Jensen, and then giggled a little inside when he rattled his arm against the handcuffs and said, “Sorry for not being able to salute your majesty, but I’m kind of tied up at the moment.”
Lightning can be one of the most fierce and intimidating forms of interaction between nature and all things living. Perhaps nature wants to remind us that we are only guests in her home or perhaps she is telling us to be strong and make the most of our time. Or maybe, just maybe, nature is merely showing off.
I´m afraid of lightning. Actually, no, I´m not. It´s just what I´m supposed to be. I´m supposed to be afraid of it. If the word lightning even means what I think it means. For me lightning is this beautiful shot of light in a dark rainy night that enlightens the dark and shows me”No Corinna, you´re not alone, you´re right where you belong.”
His kiss on her lips was like lightening. She could feel a thunderous intensity brewing inside of her. Who knew a kiss was all it took to awaken her?
yes!!!* it’s crackling all around me now! the rain is pouring, the thunder is storming. everything around me is covered in white haze, surreal grey. the sound is echoing white noise into nothingness. the trees are bending and greening.
and so am i.
(*what an amazing synchronicity that the word is “lightning” while i’m literally in the middle of an amazing storm. i love oneword.)
eh. A lightning split or scarred trunk in a desloate field in Africa is all I can think of and I don’t feel like gathering my creative resources to describe it. So imagine it yourself. (It’s gloomy. And creepy. And dead.)
lightening strikes her every time. she hates it. it makes her sick. every time he looks at her she lets the electricity jolt through her as long as she has his gaze… wondering the whole time if she really wants to be with someone that makes her heart sting… yet, he’s the only one who can.
Lightning always made me feel scared, but nothing actually bad ever happened. Then one night, the storm was especially long. my stomach felt queasy.
“bogdan actually tried to save them.he told them activating the lighting shields would destroy the ship.”
Kat saw the truth in this,”because of our water shields.”
“but of course they were thinking like back on earth where the lightings would obliterate anything within 5 kilometers when set prematurely
well i was just saying how i need to talk slower but move at the speed opf lightningh i will be like a wise man that will resetve enegrgy and olny move lightning fast when the moment calls me i will strike and answer super duper fast until then i will strol and use a slow tounge roll.
Shatters like my heart when I remember the way my hands fit so perfectly in to yours. Beautiful like the disaster I created everytime I lied in to the telephone. Gone in a flash. Too busy looking pretty to make any cosmic connection to my heart. Why do you think it’s okay only to hit and cause damage? Such a beautiful disaster and it’s all in my head everytime you flash in the summer air. Thunder hates you, I’m sure.
lighting is fast, life is fast, lighting goes right before your eyes, just like life. lighting hurts, wow so does life. lighting can bring alot of damage pain and shock.. so can life. but from a different perspective lighting can be beautiful.. the same as life.
fast light white oh my god scary uhmmm woods trees. Loud very frightening. Lightening doesn’t always bring rain, rain doesn’t always bring lightening. I like it. It’s exhilarating.
Lightning flashed on a cold,cold night. Luckily we were all inside, safe and sound. But we were’nt as safe as we thought we were.
you are the light
the lightning, star and moonshine
sunny morning
my yaya my yoyo
you are yes, and never my no
when you go crazy kiss me on the mouth
love meon the ground
lightning strikes a tree it falls a home is destroyed two homes are destroyed no one cares about the sadness of birds.
Lightning struck his face like a vicious blow with every vindictive word she threw his way. Worthless, nothing… What if this was all they had become? What if this is all they were? What if this was all they had always been, and he was too blinded by the faceless words of love? He coveted her honesty, but could not force himself to be so faithless in this desperate time. It seemed, for the first time, he heard every word she spoke. And, what she was saying is, “Goodbye.”
lightning, fast speed, storm
it’s a dark night in the small town as i gaze outside my window above my bed. the dark clouds are here to stay tonight, so it seems. the lightening flashing, the rain pounding to the ground, and the rumbling of the thunder. i must grab my earmuffs.
Pigeons stumble through the lightning in a stampede.
Crash. One falls to the floor.
Two. Heads roll.
The massacre of pigeons is thunder.
Water downpours my head and I cry.
Stop dying. Stop dying.
And the birds coo.
Coo. Coo. Coo.
forked and cracked, it spreads across the night, creating shadows in the corners that some would call monsters. the monsters do not scare me, nor does the rain or the thunder or the lighting. the darkness is my only constant friend.
Everyone is scared by thunder but everybody is fascinated by lightning.
It’s God’s anger but it’s beautiful when in comes with gentle rain and a soft wind.
Lightning is a natural phenomenon-it’s shocking.
Make up your mind. No single thought is quicker than lightning but if you make it up now, it means you know what you want. IF you can count the seconds from lightning to thunder, you know your limits. If not, try again in the next storm.
The outline of lightning is a beautiful backdrop for beautiful moments. It may seem cliche, but the best part of lightning is the way that it illuminates the dark around it and, for one brief, electric second, everything is visible. I wish these kinds of moments could really be described, but in the end they are just a feeling that you have when you take a second to stop and enjoy the short time spent with big people who make you feel complete and happy.
everything what i got in my head is not just a pasion or something else like money, culture or sex … it’sshining like a box … or out of it… but i think inside of my joy … inside of my nose and my feet…
white-hot feral fury, thunderous anger that speaks only to its own kind and means nothing to those two refuse to listen, but if you try and don’t speak nature to begin with, all you will get is a big shock.
Lightning flashed, the light blinding her as the boom rattled her teeth. She had to get out of here. This tempest was destroying the forest, and her with it, if she didn’t find a way to stop it. There were words, but there wasn’t enough time.
I was wondering how I could entertain my grandsons, Nate and Andrew, and their friend the other evening. A movie would have cost a fortune, and I have been trying to cut back on spending. The whole crew was coming over to spend the night. Imagine my delight when they discovered lightning bugs in the front yard and spent a wonderful time running after them, and gently putting them in a jar — lots of laughter and fun, and the lightning bugs were paroled without damage!
The lightning lights up the sky. The thunder shakes the house. It’s the perfect storm. The storm where I feel like everything is finally falling apart while everyone watches in awe. The booming thunder is the sound of the world around us collapsing and the lightning is the flashing cameras of those who have been waiting for us to fall. And soon, we will hit the ground and we will be nothing but debris from what used to be.
lighting flying through the sky
watching it, you and i
you hold my hand, i hold the surface
you touch my heart, i know you’re hurting
thunder’s coming, hide you face
buried deep, without a trace
watching raindrops, feeling fear
speaking truth, there’s nothing here
The lightning strikes the ground, and pidgeons flock around me. They coo at me, in a roar like thunder. I don’t understand, but the lightening keeps coming, and those damned birds won’t stop singing.
Howling.
The birds won’t stop howling at the boistorous thunder.
Thump. Thump. Thump.