Ecstatic statics,
dancing in the skies.
Crackling bursts of light,
Flashing before your eyes.
Like bundles of grey cotton,
Fluffed into the air above,
Might seem scary,
But let's find something about it to love.
Let's admire the irony of pure darkness, contrasted against episodes of light,
Building the suspense of where the next jolt with strike.
Maybe it's the massive raindrops that follow,
Plummeting towards the ground,
Beating on the roof,
Such a soothing sound.
Or it might just be the uncontrollable levels of happiness when you have the covers over your head,
As you try your best to stay warm, while huddled up in bed.
Maybe I'm just delusional,
And there's nothing about a storm to love.
A fraction of wrath from the man above.
Maybe it's literally what it is, a scary kadelioscope of light,
That startles every inch of our body with every strike.
That wakes you from your sleep every night,
Leaving babies crying, lost in fright.

But whether you see it for what it is,
Or find things about it to love,
We can both agree it's to be appreciated
As it's a phenomenon from above.

~Tremar Ivey~