Can you believe the lightning in the night sky! Lightning in the day is something, but in the night sky it is awesome! If it were not for the thunder that generally accompanies it, I would be fine.
lightning is the stuff electricity is made of and it wil always strike at more than one place more than once. it will always strike when you least expect it and it will always be associated with thunder and rain like long lost pals in the darkest of nights.
Lightning struck the house with such a force my soup flew off the kitchen table and sprayed right into my face. The burning sensation immediately followed. I got outside and realized it had, in fact, been lightning to demolish the top antenna on my roof. Luckily, I wasn’t up there with it.
Lightning falls upon the earth and leaves but no trace.
It comes and goes in the blink of an eye, and never falls in the same place.
Don’t be shocked if you don’t get hit,
For those who do, are quite lit.
lightening, it’s utterly facinating. together him and mr thunder are a magical pair. if you’re ever caught in a storm, just relax and take the time to notice your surroundings and take them in completely, because where ever there’s a storm, there’s always an eye of the storm
Lighting never strikes twice they say. But what about the people that are struck time and again by it? What must they think whenever they hear this expression?
Am I unusual? Do I have a special destiny? Or do I just have more metal?
Lightning are lights that comes from the sky. We are like lightings coming for some time that is relatively short compared to the time the human have been in earth. But we can either burn a tree or be peaceful and unperceived.
There was this one time that i saw the most beautiful lighting strike in the world. It was this crazy blue green color and seemed to flow down to earth like some kind of guided missile. I have never seen anything like it again, and don’t think I ever will!
well i’ve conjured up a few (t w t h w} storms in my time but this one
was mere charivari…id were bitty- id were todl……da storms be der
sleepin in caves. ya need ta upwake dem… ya need ta UPSHAKE dem…
it appears when you don’t expect it to. bright, invasive, silent, but brings with it something so destabilizing that you instinctively want to cower and crumble to the ground. how many times does lightning strike in your life? can you ever avoid it? dark clouds, warning signs, can help. you can see them, they float above you and are there no matter how hard you try to hide. you can avoid them, but the second you step outside – and you’ll have to at some point, always – they’ll be there waiting. now you can be told not to do reckless things: don’t stand in a field, don’t use an umbrella, don’t sit against a tree.. that doesn’t mean people don’t do it. and like many things in life, sometimes you just have to learn the hard way and step out into the rain.
Lightning. It’s so beautiful. So sudden, shocking, silent. So often accompanied by its old friend, thunder, noisy and discomfiting. Thunderstorms are so incredible.
there are those moments of insight – that are blinding when you see them. and then they’re gone and you’re not sure what happened and you forget – until it comes again. but you can’t store it or document it, only remember it and the sensation you felt and hope that you capture and pay attention or you have to wait again
The lightning struck not, once, not twice but three times. Impossible, but true. He was jerked about like a catfish on the end of a fishing line. His eyes bulged out and his body flopped from side to side as the force of the electricity surged through his
it struck twice, deriding the saying that it wouldn’t strike in the same place twice. it made the hair on denise’s neck stand up, as she felt the warm wave of air blowing over her narrow shoulders as she crouched behind the big boulder, hoping to evade the rays one more time.
A loud noise echoed through the night followed by a burst of lightning that socked the family hiding in the house ,trying to escape the throws of the storm. It was billed to be one of the worsted to have occurred in our island for a long time.
The storm battled throughout the night, pitch black but for the moments when the lightning flashed across the sky. A lone woman scurried through the streets without worrying about being seen. For who would be out besides herself on such a wretched night?
yes lightning and the lightning bug flash and gone and the expectation of its return and how all around pales and feels like comfort when it is all said and done a light show we demean with explanation.
It scares the shit out of me. Not really. The odds of it striking me are pretty slim, but still, most of the fear comes from anecdotal evidence. Like, once, my mom saw a girl get hit on her jacket zipper by lightning. It left a zipper shaped burn.
and as if a blot of lightning had struck i fell for you. as quick as that. as hard as that. as bright as that. i didn’t know anything other than that i was falling for you. and falling hard and fast. i just hoped that maybe we too could be a bit like lightening.
So, they say it only strikes once, but this time the lightning struck the poor girl more than that once that fateful week. It had all started off fine enough, when she went off to the picnic, but then things took a turn for the worse
I’m quite afraid of lightning. But I really do enjoy Percy Jackson. He’s hot. My boyfriend loves that movie too. But.. My boyfriend is hot too. I love my boyfriend. He’s really great. Today is our 81st day together. We’re in love. Even though most people will think we’re too young, I can feel it that we’re gonna last. Because he’s all I need, and all I want. Really, seriously. That’s how much I love him. He’s just so damn sweet. Dinggggg.
Lightning. What are we. What is it. Electric. All there is. The clouds roll in. Deep, black, grey, dark. Lightning. Lights up the dark, lights up the grey, lights up the black. Lightning. Hot, warm, sparkling fire.
Bang. Crash. Lightning came down. The tree went up in flames. as if it had had a chance. It burned. The birds nesting began to cry out. The hatchlings didn’t stand a chance.
The Lightning was too powerful. I cowered by the window, wishing it to stop.
my grandmother always pulled out all the plugs when there was a storm. she would methodically walk into every room, even when we were watching our favourite show, and would calmly say we had to stop.
lights, drama , stage . thunder. scary . crackle. fork, spoon sheet.
that guy that got electrocuted with the key on that peice of string. can’t remember his name but he was pretty brainy. i wish i was that brainy. like i could invent something and then be a fricking millionnair, yeeeah, that wouold be the life. driving round on cars etc. yeeeeaah buddy.
the lightning flashed outside our bedroom window
my dog darted beneath my bed, whimpering in the flicker of light
the noise prickled my ears, making me cringe. I hated this storm, it reminded of the night she died.
Lightning is my fake horse’s name. It has a light brown mane and a black tail. I love Lightning. It is my favourite animal.
By Crystalhorse URL on 07.26.2011
Can you believe the lightning in the night sky! Lightning in the day is something, but in the night sky it is awesome! If it were not for the thunder that generally accompanies it, I would be fine.
By Bonnie Cehovet URL on 07.26.2011
it struck my ass. i went to bed. it was the deepest slumber i ever dreamt of. and in.
By solle on 07.26.2011
it strikes through the sky
a surprise
bright light flashing before your eyes
followed by thunder
a clap
so loud a sound fit to accompany the sight
By Sarah URL on 07.26.2011
lightning is the stuff electricity is made of and it wil always strike at more than one place more than once. it will always strike when you least expect it and it will always be associated with thunder and rain like long lost pals in the darkest of nights.
By lionel on 07.26.2011
Lightning struck the house with such a force my soup flew off the kitchen table and sprayed right into my face. The burning sensation immediately followed. I got outside and realized it had, in fact, been lightning to demolish the top antenna on my roof. Luckily, I wasn’t up there with it.
By Conner on 07.26.2011
thunder, rain, scared people and dogs, brilliant photography opportunity, flashes, darkness, struck twice and still alive,
By chica on 07.26.2011
flashing, bright, excting, frightening, destructive, nightmares, childhood, under the covers, at work, fairytale, dreaming,
By g on 07.26.2011
And the lightning crashed about the tumultuous sky. A fitting end to my misadventure – literally a flash and a bang.
By MathMonsterX on 07.26.2011
Lightning falls upon the earth and leaves but no trace.
It comes and goes in the blink of an eye, and never falls in the same place.
Don’t be shocked if you don’t get hit,
For those who do, are quite lit.
By Jmurp on 07.26.2011
lightening, it’s utterly facinating. together him and mr thunder are a magical pair. if you’re ever caught in a storm, just relax and take the time to notice your surroundings and take them in completely, because where ever there’s a storm, there’s always an eye of the storm
By katiemcdonald URL on 07.26.2011
i saw lightning tonight……. no scratch that, i didn’t, but my boyfriend did. he hates storms. i loove them!!
By Catey on 07.26.2011
Lighting never strikes twice they say. But what about the people that are struck time and again by it? What must they think whenever they hear this expression?
Am I unusual? Do I have a special destiny? Or do I just have more metal?
By Dan on 07.26.2011
Lightning are lights that comes from the sky. We are like lightings coming for some time that is relatively short compared to the time the human have been in earth. But we can either burn a tree or be peaceful and unperceived.
By AnnE on 07.26.2011
well i’ve conjured up a few (t w t h w} storms in my time but this one
was mere charivari…
By the wiz that he waz URL on 07.26.2011
well i’ve conjured up a few (t w t h w} storms in my time but this one
was mere charivari…id were bitty- id were todl……
By the wiz that he waz URL on 07.26.2011
flashes across the sky to illuminate your face in the dark stormy night
By E on 07.26.2011
There was this one time that i saw the most beautiful lighting strike in the world. It was this crazy blue green color and seemed to flow down to earth like some kind of guided missile. I have never seen anything like it again, and don’t think I ever will!
By Jessie URL on 07.26.2011
well i’ve conjured up a few (t w t h w} storms in my time but this one
was mere charivari…id were bitty- id were todl……da storms be der
sleepin in caves. ya need ta upwake dem… ya need ta UPSHAKE dem…
By the wiz that he waz URL on 07.26.2011
it appears when you don’t expect it to. bright, invasive, silent, but brings with it something so destabilizing that you instinctively want to cower and crumble to the ground. how many times does lightning strike in your life? can you ever avoid it? dark clouds, warning signs, can help. you can see them, they float above you and are there no matter how hard you try to hide. you can avoid them, but the second you step outside – and you’ll have to at some point, always – they’ll be there waiting. now you can be told not to do reckless things: don’t stand in a field, don’t use an umbrella, don’t sit against a tree.. that doesn’t mean people don’t do it. and like many things in life, sometimes you just have to learn the hard way and step out into the rain.
By Mara on 07.26.2011
Lightning. It’s so beautiful. So sudden, shocking, silent. So often accompanied by its old friend, thunder, noisy and discomfiting. Thunderstorms are so incredible.
By Tessa on 07.26.2011
there are those moments of insight – that are blinding when you see them. and then they’re gone and you’re not sure what happened and you forget – until it comes again. but you can’t store it or document it, only remember it and the sensation you felt and hope that you capture and pay attention or you have to wait again
By suzie on 07.26.2011
A electrical storm can be REALLY grand
More so
When you know
You had a hand
In stirring it up
By the wiz that he waz URL on 07.26.2011
Lightning crisscrossed between the swamp of dark clouds, he narrowed his eyes, hands clutching his bow and arrow tightly.
By Chi Thuy URL on 07.26.2011
The lightning struck not, once, not twice but three times. Impossible, but true. He was jerked about like a catfish on the end of a fishing line. His eyes bulged out and his body flopped from side to side as the force of the electricity surged through his
By annes URL on 07.26.2011
it struck twice, deriding the saying that it wouldn’t strike in the same place twice. it made the hair on denise’s neck stand up, as she felt the warm wave of air blowing over her narrow shoulders as she crouched behind the big boulder, hoping to evade the rays one more time.
By moshita on 07.26.2011
A loud noise echoed through the night followed by a burst of lightning that socked the family hiding in the house ,trying to escape the throws of the storm. It was billed to be one of the worsted to have occurred in our island for a long time.
By victor walkes URL on 07.26.2011
The storm battled throughout the night, pitch black but for the moments when the lightning flashed across the sky. A lone woman scurried through the streets without worrying about being seen. For who would be out besides herself on such a wretched night?
By Elly URL on 07.26.2011
yes lightning and the lightning bug flash and gone and the expectation of its return and how all around pales and feels like comfort when it is all said and done a light show we demean with explanation.
By Michelle Garcia URL on 07.26.2011
Lightning struck as he leant forward and kissed my frozen lips as if the weather knew how electrifying his touch was to me.
By Hannah on 07.26.2011
It scares the shit out of me. Not really. The odds of it striking me are pretty slim, but still, most of the fear comes from anecdotal evidence. Like, once, my mom saw a girl get hit on her jacket zipper by lightning. It left a zipper shaped burn.
By Boone Parvin on 07.26.2011
and as if a blot of lightning had struck i fell for you. as quick as that. as hard as that. as bright as that. i didn’t know anything other than that i was falling for you. and falling hard and fast. i just hoped that maybe we too could be a bit like lightening.
By bek. on 07.26.2011
So, they say it only strikes once, but this time the lightning struck the poor girl more than that once that fateful week. It had all started off fine enough, when she went off to the picnic, but then things took a turn for the worse
By Amimee URL on 07.26.2011
I’m quite afraid of lightning. But I really do enjoy Percy Jackson. He’s hot. My boyfriend loves that movie too. But.. My boyfriend is hot too. I love my boyfriend. He’s really great. Today is our 81st day together. We’re in love. Even though most people will think we’re too young, I can feel it that we’re gonna last. Because he’s all I need, and all I want. Really, seriously. That’s how much I love him. He’s just so damn sweet. Dinggggg.
By Kammi on 07.26.2011
Lightning. What are we. What is it. Electric. All there is. The clouds roll in. Deep, black, grey, dark. Lightning. Lights up the dark, lights up the grey, lights up the black. Lightning. Hot, warm, sparkling fire.
By Henrik Namløs Thorne on 07.26.2011
Bang. Crash. Lightning came down. The tree went up in flames. as if it had had a chance. It burned. The birds nesting began to cry out. The hatchlings didn’t stand a chance.
The Lightning was too powerful. I cowered by the window, wishing it to stop.
By Mayzee on 07.26.2011
my grandmother always pulled out all the plugs when there was a storm. she would methodically walk into every room, even when we were watching our favourite show, and would calmly say we had to stop.
By E.P. Hantera on 07.26.2011
lights, drama , stage . thunder. scary . crackle. fork, spoon sheet.
that guy that got electrocuted with the key on that peice of string. can’t remember his name but he was pretty brainy. i wish i was that brainy. like i could invent something and then be a fricking millionnair, yeeeah, that wouold be the life. driving round on cars etc. yeeeeaah buddy.
By anonymous URL on 07.26.2011
the lightning flashed outside our bedroom window
my dog darted beneath my bed, whimpering in the flicker of light
the noise prickled my ears, making me cringe. I hated this storm, it reminded of the night she died.
By alice southward on 07.26.2011
Gods have lightning in them
By the wiz that he waz URL on 07.26.2011