Bring in the bottled lightening, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrewCharles Dickens
It’s almost 2am and I am out of bed, brew in hand. The air is thick with heat and laced with anticipated electricity that silently lights the sky. A brief shower teasingly hisses upon the concrete, only for a moment fades then stops. And still the dark sky flares white, silver, and occasionally gold. For a while I lay then sat and watched, before standing in search of the pathetic breeze incapable of rippling the drapes.
A poet is somebody who stands out in the rain hoping to be struck by lightening.James Dickey