The air is warm,

the drama spectacular.

Each flash energizing,

Every crash exhilarates my soul,

I'm completely charmed in whole.

The screams seem to disappear,

With each tremor, and every blast I hear.

The display carries on,

Till I notice, Every man is gone.

Tis' as lightning to the night,

Light columns so tall and bright.

I begin to feel great dismay,

As we reach the climax of the fray.

I finally grasp it; something is terribly wrong.

The final crash sounds like a warning gong,

After the final thunderclap has gone.

Abrubtly, the spectacle ends.

Through the ceaseless dark, the silence overbears,

Through my anguished heart, the truth savagely tears.

At the front, rises all of the pain,

As the last pinprick ebbs,

And so ends

The lead rain.