Words Of a Feather

The clear skies and swift clouds are no longer

As madness takes over the big blue, they turn against the Earth

Clouds darken, full of fury and horror

Within them, weapons to be dreaded by the world

A gray, puffy swirl consumes the sky – blue no more

The color of despair reigns across the sky

And from these clouds strike light

No, not the light of a glorious star or Christmas lights

But the light of a madman’s rage

Zeus stares us down with his naked eye, so lividly

He hurls a lightning bolt onto the Earth

Unheard of, but definitely seen, followed by his booming footsteps called thunder

This is no fire or flood or earthquake

The enemy of the sky cannot be seen

With every lightning strike, one can only wonder when they will be hit

If they will be hit

The terror of lightning jolting through their body with every flash

The sky lighting up for a brief moment of insanity

Taunting us from above, purely to get us scared

Fearing the unpredictability of it all