Streaks of Lighting....

It was early in the morning,
When the thunder rumbled..
It was early in the morning,
When streaks of lighting touched the earth.

The gentle pattern of the rain,
Continued long that night.
Pitter-Patter against the window,
Trying not to stir the sleepers.

The streaks of lighting,
Kept flashing down.
Striking everything that lay
In its very way.

When the thunder roars,
The lighting replies.
When the thunder rumbles,
Streaks of lighting follow...