There's a roll of canons in the Heavens
And a flash of bolting light
Streaks the sky just fleetingly
Before the lightning strike.

It zig zags, stopping briefly,
Too brilliant to behold
And all the earth bows silent
The sky a mass of gold.

A mighty clap of thunder
A sudden blinding light
The knife has found its target
It strikes without a fight.
                   © Helen Catherine Cramer

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