My goal was to do a poem, but a short sentence like a storybook at the end.
Lightning flashes and flickers like sparks of fireworks. It’s like a big light show festival but with danger and distress. It comes in different shapes and sizes and tries to attack the best. Lightning never comes without a friend, his good old mate thunder. In the flash of lightning I saw something like a shadow, in the dark and that’s what happens when lightning is around. Lightning and thunder are like subway without one ingredient it’s terrible out there. No colours colliding or songs to sing like poems. There’s only darkness like you’re trapped in a bubble, and you look back at what’s really the truth inside.