light in the sky cuts a deep laceration into the night like a blade of a knife look to the black clouds in anticipation wait for the thunder to roar into life a sacred liaison a sky of abrasion the brooding clouds roll and echo their pain lighting s impatience a claw like invasion stabs at the sky as it beckons the rain rise on the wings of a storm glide on the wings to the clarion call climb on the wings of the storm electric blue thunderstruck crash into battle the warhorses calling deafering roars in electric blue light there watching over descending and falling the retinal core of the eye in the sky nothing is nature defies the creator now can the thunder heads rumble be tamed vital untarnished cannot be harnessed cannot be measured be captured or chained rise on the wings of a storm glide on the wings to the clarion call climb on the wings of the storm electric blue thunderstruck