Sometimes it comes
Without notice
Without warning
With a flash
A bolt across
Azure skies
Arcing
From the great expanse
To the great below
At times
There is devastation left in its wake
Blackened trees
And split earth
The smell of burnt air
Long after the sudden storm
And sometimes still
It leaves no trace
Save for the deafening clap
A resounding crash
Which falls upon the empty plains
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
My sincere gratitude for sharing this writing, friend. I do hope you are well. Happy new year!
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An image painted by words.
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Thank you, Sadje. I am so glad that the words conveyed their imagery. 🙂
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You’re welcome
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