Sometimes
I am a striking rod of Violet-white–
shooting fast
through bombs of thunder and swollen rainclouds
on unsuspecting summer eves.
I am fleeting, but sharp.
an intense shock of brilliance and pain
that others fear
and admire.
But when the night implodes
in a mushroom cloud of fury and fire,
I too
become plain
and pale–
A Nothingspecial
floating, unnoticed,
through the day
like ash.
The Show Tell Project 