It’s like those blue strips that come out of the sky. Bit I think of myself like a moth drawn to a flame. Or those bug lights that kill them. It’s something so beautiful and spontaneous. I feel like I have to stop and look at it, before it’s gone. Like a storm in general.
The way it strikes. The fire at the end of it. I used to wonder how long or how many times I could stand behind a tree. How many times could I tempt fate and get away with it. I never tried to hide from a storm behind a tree. Maybe I should’ve. Maybe it could have killed me or maybe it could have given me some freaky super power. If I survived, I wouldn’t have to live life so ordinary. But then I look at celebrities and thank god for my normalcies.
Lightning storms are wonderful. They smell wonderful. they’re romantic and they remind me of my family. I remember sitting on my back deck with the family watching lighting for hours. I have been craving lighting for weeks.
Really, it wasn’t anybody’s fault. People were being blamed for it, because blaming people felt better than having no one to blame at all, but, if you had to blame anyone or any one thing it should have been the location, but even then it’s hard to place blame because how can you pinpoint a phenomenon, which is exactly what he was trying to figure out. But that’s besides the point. The point is, people were being blamed. Her mother placed both parts equal blame. She blamed her daughter for marrying a fulminologist and she blamed her son-in-law for moving her daughter to Florida. The Son-in-law also blamed her daughter, his wife, for being so God damned stubborn, but he also blamed himself for trying to convince her that it could wait until morning, that they could use their cell phones as alarms, that no one needed to get out of bed right this minute to run downstairs to trip the breaker. Right before she tripped on the stairs she blamed her husband wholly, although she might have reconsidered and blamed herself for trying to prove a point, but, after her neck broke, there really was no going back on that kind of decision making. Her father blamed the carpet company for not pulling the carpet tight enough so that the fall might have been avoided. The carpet guy blamed his drug dealer for running out of the regular stuff he smoked and so he had to pay extra for the stonger stuff that made him lose his concentration. But what’s most amazing is that during the course of all this blaming no one thought to blame the storm that brought the lightning that knocked out the power that angered the wife that compelled to her to get out of bed and march down the stairs and fall to her death.
There is one thing that fascinates me about thunder and lightning. When I hear it, when I see it, I know I exist. Thunder and lightning proves to me that world with all its beauty, with all its terror, is truly and utterly real. It’s fascinating, but at times, it is also terrifying.
The sun was still setting, nuzzling beneath the buildings in the skyline, as lightning began to swirl through the clouds; the sound of the sky tearing in two echoed through the city, as the swollen clouds began to leak upon the world.
Lightning crackled, lighting up the small living room. A girl snuggled deeper into the plush, red armchair. Another bout of thunder struck, shaking the Earth to it’s very core. She shivered, she had hated thunderstorms since she was small.
i saw the streak come down at me before i even realized what had happened. i blacked out, and woke up five feet away from my back pack, with a burning sensation of pins and needles from my neck down. i couldnt feel my body, and couldnt move to get help. i couldn’t even scream, so i just closed my eyes. when i reopened them again, i was blinded by hospital lights.
The lighting in this room is horrible. Ever since we installed this ceiling fan, its never been as bright. Be cool or be bright… its a catch 22. We chose cool. Doesn’t everyone always pick cool over bright?
Lightning across the sky, beautiful. Does it come from the sky or the ground? I’ve heard both… really curious. Lightning is so freaking gorgeous. It amazes me to see all the different directions it goes. Then it’s gone like that.
crashes.
pain and torment, cries, screams
darkness folds over us
we feel lost but hear each other
i hold your hand
you hold his
together we will find our way
we are not lost
the lightning crashes but our spirits never will
sounds of horror followed by laughter
forget the past it can do nothing for you
Just before she handed him the fountain pen, he decided that it would be funny to sign the card with ‘captain lightning’. The poor clerk had no idea what it meant. It was the name of a infamous bushranger that he learnt about in early school. He liked pretending he was a savage, wanted person.
I love love love storms. When I was younger I was in a tornado storm and from that point would freak out every time it even threatened to rain. Then out of no where, I began to LOVE them. I love the adrenaline that surges through my entire body as the lightning cracks, the thunder booms, the wind howls, and the rain pours.
when i think of lighting i see a dark cloudy night. with lights flashing loudly and brightly. its a beautiful thing to witness. terrifying, but beautiful. the words to describe the scene leaves me speechless.
its so beautiful yet frightening. so many good things can happen because of lightning, but so many drawbacks and horrible things as well. it can create new things, and it can also take away life. so much beauty and power in one nano second. it can destroy and create. i love watching lightning and trying to take a pic of it is so hard, but rewarding.
I sleep well when there is thunder and lightning outside. There is something peaceful about watching the beautiful strikes of light and hearing the crash that slightly follows. I wish it would happen more often.
“Only happens when it’s raining” san The Corrs… but I don’t believe it! The most beautiful natural show I’ve ever seen was a dry lightning storm by the ocean. I will never forget it! Or Harry Potter’s scar!
Another crack resounded throughout the house. Lilly hated thunder! She hated the storms that flew through the state. But Miley was there, holding her in her arms and loving her. The rain continued to pour down around them. Please let us stay this close forever, Lilly thought.
Lightning hit the guy with the stupid face because he smelled like pudding. He was then amplified to god status and lived happily with Zeus and Thor. The End.
thunder.
Crash.
darkness.
silence.
And then…
Flash!
and the world is lit up all around me.
The darkness cannot hold back the light.
The darkness cannot hold back the light.
The lightning sliced through the dark sky and lit the whole town up as if it were mid-day. We haven’t had a storm of this magnitude in years around here.
I jumped out of bed so quickly that I tripped over my sheets and fell on the floor. I was up in a flash, the idea had struck me so succinctly in my dream that I awoke sprinting out of bed. I had to get to Dr. Spotnaok immediately. We had to get to work, there was no time to waste. I ran outside in my underwear, rain was coming down in sheets. As I turned the corner Lightning struck an electric pole and it crashed to the pavement behind me, It jarred me a bit, but nothing could stop me! This was too important…
I hear the crash of thunder and jump. Then i see it, the electric shocks of yellow shooting through the sky, very close to the house. Jamie is still outside, he loves storms. I run outside to get him inside. Instead i feel the electricity hit me, then it all went black.
Light struck the earth with unholy fury, sending the animals scattering from the forest. Evil laughter poured from above, the unnatural god looming over the forest.
There are always promises. Promises to be there, promises I believed in. Always. Lightning flashes briefly and illuminates the night, but if you’re not looking it’s the thunder that tells you it’s there. I wasn’t looking, I didn’t see until the sound rang in my hears. White noise, static, as expected. Who was I to know what was and what wasn’t there? I closed my eyes and took deep breaths and everything was silent as I shoved my face beneath the water. Dare I, don’t I? Not tonight. My life is much too short, much too long, to throw away even for you. Even for me. Even for us.
im really scared of lightning. i piss my pants sometimes just thinking of it. like, jesus. im most scared of it being somewhere in my town during a storm and i get shocked in the face, survive the accident and live with a horrible scar for the rest of my ugly scarred face!D;<
so bright hits the same place more than once and you shouldn’t run water when there is a storm. Thunder is also associated with it. Don’t stand under a tree when there is lighting. Many people have found in strange cases that when struck by lightning have heightened skills while other things like short term memory may be affected.
lightning strikes and then the door closes. she covers her head underneath the comforter, and feels the pills on the blanket on her face. she wishes she were at camp, or some place else. actually she doesn’t at all. but she knows she should.
Amber toned shoes got hit with it’s power. The mail delivery woman struck down in his yard. Just a second before, he saw her thriving. Literally, he blinked once and she was gone. The lightning had struck her.
I saw it strike, like a heated feeling, fake and light… whole and changing, coming in and flowing out, evanescent, quickly, unloving, unworthy… this sparkle, this beam, this unlikely participant, shaking in.
It’s like those blue strips that come out of the sky. Bit I think of myself like a moth drawn to a flame. Or those bug lights that kill them. It’s something so beautiful and spontaneous. I feel like I have to stop and look at it, before it’s gone. Like a storm in general.
The way it strikes. The fire at the end of it. I used to wonder how long or how many times I could stand behind a tree. How many times could I tempt fate and get away with it. I never tried to hide from a storm behind a tree. Maybe I should’ve. Maybe it could have killed me or maybe it could have given me some freaky super power. If I survived, I wouldn’t have to live life so ordinary. But then I look at celebrities and thank god for my normalcies.
the power is overwhelming. one bolt. can harm a tree. kill a person. or even provide electricity. we are so insignificant in comparison.
The light of the sky was tumbling down like great yellow stampedes of unknown heavenly creatures, the day that he awoke.
Washie, the geologist, said we should crouch down, below the level of the rocks. He said at this level, even the wind static could attract a strike.
Lightning storms are wonderful. They smell wonderful. they’re romantic and they remind me of my family. I remember sitting on my back deck with the family watching lighting for hours. I have been craving lighting for weeks.
Really, it wasn’t anybody’s fault. People were being blamed for it, because blaming people felt better than having no one to blame at all, but, if you had to blame anyone or any one thing it should have been the location, but even then it’s hard to place blame because how can you pinpoint a phenomenon, which is exactly what he was trying to figure out. But that’s besides the point. The point is, people were being blamed. Her mother placed both parts equal blame. She blamed her daughter for marrying a fulminologist and she blamed her son-in-law for moving her daughter to Florida. The Son-in-law also blamed her daughter, his wife, for being so God damned stubborn, but he also blamed himself for trying to convince her that it could wait until morning, that they could use their cell phones as alarms, that no one needed to get out of bed right this minute to run downstairs to trip the breaker. Right before she tripped on the stairs she blamed her husband wholly, although she might have reconsidered and blamed herself for trying to prove a point, but, after her neck broke, there really was no going back on that kind of decision making. Her father blamed the carpet company for not pulling the carpet tight enough so that the fall might have been avoided. The carpet guy blamed his drug dealer for running out of the regular stuff he smoked and so he had to pay extra for the stonger stuff that made him lose his concentration. But what’s most amazing is that during the course of all this blaming no one thought to blame the storm that brought the lightning that knocked out the power that angered the wife that compelled to her to get out of bed and march down the stairs and fall to her death.
There is one thing that fascinates me about thunder and lightning. When I hear it, when I see it, I know I exist. Thunder and lightning proves to me that world with all its beauty, with all its terror, is truly and utterly real. It’s fascinating, but at times, it is also terrifying.
The sun was still setting, nuzzling beneath the buildings in the skyline, as lightning began to swirl through the clouds; the sound of the sky tearing in two echoed through the city, as the swollen clouds began to leak upon the world.
Lightning crackled, lighting up the small living room. A girl snuggled deeper into the plush, red armchair. Another bout of thunder struck, shaking the Earth to it’s very core. She shivered, she had hated thunderstorms since she was small.
i saw the streak come down at me before i even realized what had happened. i blacked out, and woke up five feet away from my back pack, with a burning sensation of pins and needles from my neck down. i couldnt feel my body, and couldnt move to get help. i couldn’t even scream, so i just closed my eyes. when i reopened them again, i was blinded by hospital lights.
as she walked down the dirt path, lightning struck and she fell to the ground jolting until the flash left her body.
The lighting in this room is horrible. Ever since we installed this ceiling fan, its never been as bright. Be cool or be bright… its a catch 22. We chose cool. Doesn’t everyone always pick cool over bright?
Lightning across the sky, beautiful. Does it come from the sky or the ground? I’ve heard both… really curious. Lightning is so freaking gorgeous. It amazes me to see all the different directions it goes. Then it’s gone like that.
crashes.
pain and torment, cries, screams
darkness folds over us
we feel lost but hear each other
i hold your hand
you hold his
together we will find our way
we are not lost
the lightning crashes but our spirits never will
sounds of horror followed by laughter
forget the past it can do nothing for you
Just before she handed him the fountain pen, he decided that it would be funny to sign the card with ‘captain lightning’. The poor clerk had no idea what it meant. It was the name of a infamous bushranger that he learnt about in early school. He liked pretending he was a savage, wanted person.
I love love love storms. When I was younger I was in a tornado storm and from that point would freak out every time it even threatened to rain. Then out of no where, I began to LOVE them. I love the adrenaline that surges through my entire body as the lightning cracks, the thunder booms, the wind howls, and the rain pours.
when i think of lighting i see a dark cloudy night. with lights flashing loudly and brightly. its a beautiful thing to witness. terrifying, but beautiful. the words to describe the scene leaves me speechless.
its so beautiful yet frightening. so many good things can happen because of lightning, but so many drawbacks and horrible things as well. it can create new things, and it can also take away life. so much beauty and power in one nano second. it can destroy and create. i love watching lightning and trying to take a pic of it is so hard, but rewarding.
I sleep well when there is thunder and lightning outside. There is something peaceful about watching the beautiful strikes of light and hearing the crash that slightly follows. I wish it would happen more often.
the stratosphere strikes a match
the ceiling cracks, an ocean’s sliver spat
back to the bed, to wait
for the weather to change
“Only happens when it’s raining” san The Corrs… but I don’t believe it! The most beautiful natural show I’ve ever seen was a dry lightning storm by the ocean. I will never forget it! Or Harry Potter’s scar!
Another crack resounded throughout the house. Lilly hated thunder! She hated the storms that flew through the state. But Miley was there, holding her in her arms and loving her. The rain continued to pour down around them. Please let us stay this close forever, Lilly thought.
Lightning hit the guy with the stupid face because he smelled like pudding. He was then amplified to god status and lived happily with Zeus and Thor. The End.
Standing in a lightning storm: risky, edgy, invigorating.
thunder.
Crash.
darkness.
silence.
And then…
Flash!
and the world is lit up all around me.
The darkness cannot hold back the light.
The darkness cannot hold back the light.
The lightning sliced through the dark sky and lit the whole town up as if it were mid-day. We haven’t had a storm of this magnitude in years around here.
I jumped out of bed so quickly that I tripped over my sheets and fell on the floor. I was up in a flash, the idea had struck me so succinctly in my dream that I awoke sprinting out of bed. I had to get to Dr. Spotnaok immediately. We had to get to work, there was no time to waste. I ran outside in my underwear, rain was coming down in sheets. As I turned the corner Lightning struck an electric pole and it crashed to the pavement behind me, It jarred me a bit, but nothing could stop me! This was too important…
I hear the crash of thunder and jump. Then i see it, the electric shocks of yellow shooting through the sky, very close to the house. Jamie is still outside, he loves storms. I run outside to get him inside. Instead i feel the electricity hit me, then it all went black.
lighting fell in ballas from the sky landing on my tongue and eyelashes burning the insides of my arms and backs of my arms
Aw, ya goodforeffnuttin oul gibby bitch of a halfwench ed wheezestorm…
fizzlin’ out to the tune the ould cow died ta..lettin me down like dis…
Light struck the earth with unholy fury, sending the animals scattering from the forest. Evil laughter poured from above, the unnatural god looming over the forest.
The boy with a lightning scar gaved me a childhood.
There are always promises. Promises to be there, promises I believed in. Always. Lightning flashes briefly and illuminates the night, but if you’re not looking it’s the thunder that tells you it’s there. I wasn’t looking, I didn’t see until the sound rang in my hears. White noise, static, as expected. Who was I to know what was and what wasn’t there? I closed my eyes and took deep breaths and everything was silent as I shoved my face beneath the water. Dare I, don’t I? Not tonight. My life is much too short, much too long, to throw away even for you. Even for me. Even for us.
im really scared of lightning. i piss my pants sometimes just thinking of it. like, jesus. im most scared of it being somewhere in my town during a storm and i get shocked in the face, survive the accident and live with a horrible scar for the rest of my ugly scarred face!D;<
so bright hits the same place more than once and you shouldn’t run water when there is a storm. Thunder is also associated with it. Don’t stand under a tree when there is lighting. Many people have found in strange cases that when struck by lightning have heightened skills while other things like short term memory may be affected.
lightning strikes and then the door closes. she covers her head underneath the comforter, and feels the pills on the blanket on her face. she wishes she were at camp, or some place else. actually she doesn’t at all. but she knows she should.
Lightning flashes as I gaze at his picture. He always loved lightning, said it was god’s way of telling us what was going on in the world.
Amber toned shoes got hit with it’s power. The mail delivery woman struck down in his yard. Just a second before, he saw her thriving. Literally, he blinked once and she was gone. The lightning had struck her.
There’s a lightening storm that the weatherman couldn’t predict.
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times if only one remembers to turn on the light.” -Albus Dumbledore
I saw it strike, like a heated feeling, fake and light… whole and changing, coming in and flowing out, evanescent, quickly, unloving, unworthy… this sparkle, this beam, this unlikely participant, shaking in.