When Thunder Strikes

Thunder and light
Strike with all their might,
Creatures below, all of them mellow.
The senile, their brows with furrows,
The younger for safety digging burrows.
Weaklings go helter skeltor,
And the mother searches for her kids, some shelter.

When thunder and light
Strike with all their might,
Amongst the chaos, is a being
Pristine yet, with eyes too keen.
Pitch dark,
But when it strikes (wow)
The lightening makes everything bright!
Awed at the sight, he finds his way
Its not havoc, its light, it's a ray.

To others how can he explain,
The beauty of nature you can't untangle,
But isnt it just so plain.
Hoping everyone too can see,
The silver line, oh! its just so fine.
When theres thunder and light,
Striking with all its might,
Its nothing to be afraid
Because its such a marvelous sight!