When I was just a little child playing in my room <br />I saw the sudden lightning strike and heard the thunder boom <br />I'd run out to the front porch to sit and watch the show <br />Awed by Mother Nature and the power that would go <br />From neighborhood to neighborhood with most amazing speed <br />Like some ferocious rider tracking quickly on his steed <br /> <br />These battles always ended with fresh breeze and starry skies <br />As winds no longer whistled and clouds no longer cried <br />What fun it was to sit and watch as storm clouds gathered quickly <br />And yes I do still sit in awe though I am old and sickly <br />I still shudder at the power and the violence of the storms <br />And still imagine evil armies in the shadows that they form <br /> <br />Yet soon I know that I will watch my final conflagration <br />As I move ever closer to my cosmic destination <br />For yes I know that lives move on with storm-like speed and fury <br />And finally we wait for God to be our final jury <br />Let it be said of us that we were lightning and were thunder <br />As we marched boldly through our lives while others fell asunder<br /><br />Richard Lackman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lightning-and-thunder-2/
