.
.
I love a good storm.
Snap, crackle, pop !
Lightening…
then count
count the seconds
till the thunder…
each second a mile
it is said.
Then comes the day
you hear the thunder,
see lightening arrive
at the same time.
You duck,
as if THAT would do
any good,
and look to see if
the smoke you smell
is your hair
or your house.
.
I love a good storm,
hoping the thunder
stays in the distance,
and the lightening
is just a light show
over the mountains.
Time and perception
changes everything.
Snap, crackle, pop !
Lightening…
then count
count the seconds
till the thunder…
each second a mile
it is said.
Then comes the day
you hear the thunder,
see lightening arrive
at the same time.
You duck,
as if THAT would do
any good,
and look to see if
the smoke you smell
is your hair
or your house.
.
I love a good storm,
hoping the thunder
stays in the distance,
and the lightening
is just a light show
over the mountains.
Time and perception
changes everything.
.
.
siggiofmaine 
Jenny Matlock
I agree with Mama Zen.
That is such powerful word play!
I love the visual intensity of this!
Thank you for linking.
siggiofmaine
Jenny,
Thank you for your nice comment…appreciate your visit and you taking time to leave a message.
Peace,
Siggi
Mama Zen
“is your hair
or your house.”
Love that!
siggiofmaine
Mama Zen…
Thank you very much…
Appreciate your kind comment.
Peace
Siggi