Heat lightning
illuminating the clouds
as a reflection
of a distant connection
between sky and earth
where sound
can only go so far.
It’s beautiful
but I’ve grown tired
of only seeing.

I want you to come closer,
want to feel the charge between us
want to hear your mighty thunder
as you obliterate my world of negatives,
want you to crash through me
and reverse my electricities,
want to feel rain,
not the showers I have strolled in
but the downpour of you
built up in the sky,
the pressure, your essence,
your heat.
I have my arms raised.

Strike.