Gazing across the dim lake
as the lightning bolts split into fingers of light.
Stretching & sprawling,
spiderwebs crawling across the horizon.
A spurt;
a sharp expanding spark.
A flash;
low rumbling in the dark.
A mouthful of water drips from the dark sky
through the surface of a silvery lake.
A drop,
and a plump drop plops
down through the trees.
Quickly the breeze –
the breath of the trees –
picks up from the East,
a forceful exhale
as they stretch out
to give us more shelter.
Charcoal Sun 