Lightning strikes and then
Nothing is ever the same
Start again from scratch

Wild bolts sear the sky
Blinding electricity
Frissons gone frantic

That hush afterwards
Silence rushing to fill space
Anticipation
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Frissons galore ! You always do this x3 x3 form so well π (does it have a name?)
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Thank you! I don’t know if there’s a name for it–Maybe Nana’s Happy Accident???
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Powerful images and words xxxx
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Thank you! We have some incredible storms here in Florida!
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We saw that when we were there. We have very diff ones here in Scotland. Seriously, sounds nutz but I did notice the difference in storms xxx
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We’ve lived all over the country and Florida’s storms take the cake.
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What pictures! Wow! I love seeing lightnings. And your words are just great. Thank you!
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Thanks!
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Azure…..
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