#WritcoPoemPrompt64
The heavens are making lines in the sky,
Followed by roaring sounds,
So loud, could be heard and seen wondrously high,
With bits of colossal shaking pounds.

So bright, can light up the whole town,
Like a giant camera clicking our picture,
So beautiful, like pieces of art,
Sprayed on dark canvas by the nature.

So powerful, can destroy anything,
With the enormous amount of energy.
So scary, can turn our night into nightmare,
Or make two hearts beat in synergy.

So harsh, can punish the deserving,
And be the power of God of gods.
A lighting bolt can be anything to anyone,
A miracle or science or just bent glowing rods.
© Rieshitaa