LIGHTENING ON THE LAKE
I love to go to the lake and watch as a storm comes by
See the lightening dance and play in the blackened sky,
White thunder clouds now hidden by the heavy rain,
But from high the lightening strikes the lake with pain.
Forks of blinding light make the clouds wide apart,
Then even more heavy rain come to do it’s part
In the storm to set the sight to be more keen
As the waves churn in anger at the harsh scene.
Dark grey waves with white horses galloping high
Seems to wait for the lightening to come from the sky,
Three and four together they come with a thunder clap,
Round and round the storm goes reading an unseen map.
Soaked through I stand as I watch the power come down,
At one point the grey and white lake turns a sullen brown,
Maybe the silt is stirred by each monstrous hefty blow,
I will watch and wait and to my dry home I will not go.
I feel that the lake needs to know that someone is there,
Standing on the rocks in support, know that I really care,
And although I enjoy the sight that the scene does display,
There is a feeling of compassion that in my heart does stay.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 14 October 2004