Quite simply written in praise of electric storms, I have always been drawn out by big storms especially when they come at night.
Feel it coming, air tingling, taut.
Scent of singed powder charge and shot.
Clouds full aglow with flicker light
Elemental power fills the night.
Storm rages high above my home
Lights sea and land in monochrome
Lightening stark in full glare
Pulsing light, static charges air
I must be there, the pull so strong
I stand exposed before the storm
It fills me up skin and bone
Lifts me up and makes me more.
I can’t resist I will not try
Like man obsessed for this high
I will respond, because I must.
Deny the Gods, in the storm I trust.
©Dave Kavanagh 2014