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.