When the sky pirouettes in electric whispers,
A heart leaps — and not with joy, but with quaking.
Thunder’s laughter ricochets off the ancient trees,
whispering secrets from the roots to the stars.
Do you hear the storm’s heartbeat?
In the dance of raindrops upon your skin,
Lies an echo of wild dreams, a lunatic's song.
“Join us,” they hum, as lightning sketches madness upon the horizon.
I once saw a cloud jump, a leap of faith over the edge of silence,
into an abyss of sound and fury, a cosmic leapfrog.
Would you follow it, heart in hand, as time dissolves in thunderous applause?