I am Lightning, the dance

A flash of bitter electricity, the raw power greater, greater than a barrel of Doritos, a journey across the land, no I'm not sand. I only come on gloomy days, when sunshine is gone, a rainy spray, a roar like a train, I dance in with glee, a lightning storm, that is me. I am of many colors, an instant I appear, a thunderous clap, is my curtain call, my dance is done. Till' next storm I rehearse, In a new found place, the clouds are my practice, the air is my stage. I flash and dance, in wisps across the sky, yellow, white, blue, my dance is always new, a different shape or form, every single storm. I am Lightning, this is my dance.