Lightning

I was born

of the

lightning

and the

thunder

and the rain.

And when

the dry spells happen,

there the rain is once again.

Sometimes too much,

Sometimes not enough.

Some days water pulls you down,

Some days it pushes you up.

Funny how the rain

it pours,

after lightning

and thunder,

sometimes that lifts my spirit

and

some days,

it puts me under.

addendum: did the massive solar flare touch off

the very impressive t-storms last noc?

We had a strike right behind the  house which inspired my poem.

I wrote it on paper because we had to shut down

all our phones with these storms.

Check out the links in the astronomy pic of the day-

awesome to watch the Sun close up....