The Lightning Bolt From Hell
Lightning, seemingly from hell
rained down on us one summer eve.
We expected to hear the death bell
toll as fire and brimstone we perceive.
We were scattered about the house
not accustomed to cringing at nature
The lightning popped constantly close
Reducing us minute by minute in stature.
When suddenly there was a crash
A loud boom and thunder roared
As a ball of electrified fire zoomed
through the screen porch and door.
It had hit the transformer pole outside,
Slid down the guy wire to the ground
hopped and skipped across green tide
before entering the house with sound
Sizzling, through the living room and hall
through the double wide door of dinette
making a hole the size of a basketball
by the kitchen door was as far as it could get.
The acrid smell was most too much to bear.
Left by the lightning bolt straight from hell
As it awarded destruction without want of care.
To give me a bit of nature, I remember well.
© Jun 21 2010 For John's "Fear" contest
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