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Across the fields I stare into the night,
Waiting for a grand and glorious site.

For the site that I was about to see,
Was worth the wait, and patience was the key.

A storm was brewing towards the north,
I sat and waited for it to come forth.

The cool wind cut to the skin,
As my soul leaped from within.

The smell of rain begin to fill the air,
I was here for a reason I didn’t care.

Set up in the bed of my truck,
Camera in hand hoping for some luck.

Just as expected it came in a flash,
Lightning streaked followed by a crash.

I stood in awe as I looked across the field,
Nature at work, God’s art revealed.

The field of cotton lit up like winter snow,
I Grabbed my camera but was to slow.

I was taken by the beauty and forgot to click,
To capture this site you have to be quick.

The night progressed on as I stood in awe,
Until the storm begin to withdraw.

I still remember that wonderful night,
I’ll never forget that beautiful site.

The way the cotton lit up with every strike,
Reminds me of God’s beauty, strength, and might.

By: Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 05/12/2009

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