I love watching the summer storms.
Sitting silently, on my front porch.
Listening to the pitter-patter of the rain,
Pounding the streets so brutally,
Spreading through the streets so diligently,
Blurring up the streets so quickly.

When the lightning strikes,
It seems like the whole world stops for a moment.
Trying to figure out why the clouds could be so angry,
To aim and throw down electricity at their problem.

A few moments later,
The crash of thunder follows,
Reminding the world of the cloud’s revenge.
Giving me goose bumps.
I see it strike again,
I hear it strike again.
Realizing the two were closer together.
The enemy is among us.