The manifesto of thunder 
written in its electric scrawl
lightning carving a darkened sky
an anvil hammering sound

Lightning has a rich script
cursive, jagged, jolting
the sound of chaos chasing each line
there’s an order to the disorder

But what message can we read
tucked between those lightning flashes
chaos in cursive script
what’s the writing in the sky?

This storm is no Morse code
lightning has become a knife
carving its message in the sky
this is the manifesto of thunder