lightning struck
he ducked
it saved his skin
he was a little singed
but not burnt
to a crisp
it cleared up
his limp
and his lisp
being scared
to death
but he didn’t die
he had learned
never to hide
under a tree
fly a kite
or use an umbrella
he was taught to flee
but
you can’t out run a storm
you’ll see the warning signs
the flashes of light
the rolling thunder
that roars
and you think
she’s meek
quiet
and composed
look to the sky
look in her eyes
beware
of the storm