lightning

Evil doesn't die. It never dies. It just takes on a new face, a new name. Just because we've been touched by it once, it doesn't mean we're immune to ever being hurt again. Lightning can strike twice.

I took the dog out for a walk tonight, and together we wandered across the meadow next door. It was a warm summer's night, dark, and moonless. There were a handful of fireflies flickering intermittently, some so close to me I could see they were burning green as they flew, and some further away, who seemed to be flashing white.And in the sky above them a continual roil of distant summer lightning (the storm distant enough that it was silent) burned and flashed and illuminated the clouds. It seemed as if the lightning bugs were talking to the lightning, in a perfect call and response of flash and counterflash. I watched the sky and the meadow flash and flash while the dog walked ahead of me, and realised that I was perfectly happy...

They say all marriages are made in heaven, but so are thunder and lightning.

And somewhere amidst the storm raging inside, between the twilight of lust and desire, entwined within the whirlwind of swirling emotions, it happened. In one lightning strike, the illusion crumbled. For I realised the naked truth...

When listening to the lightning storms in your area on a standard AM radio, you will hear a sound like bacon frying and this is the electromagnetic energy that the storm is generating. Plants react to this energy and may show vigorous growth during lightning seasons.

The colour of fear is never dark or black; it has the colour of thunderbolt; usually white, but can appear in different hues depending on how the fear travels through to get inside your heart

I? I am the wind,_ said Thowra. __ come, I pass, and I am gone._ The strange feathers moved up and down, the strange voice said tartly: __nd are your sons the same?_ __y son is the lightning that strikes through the black night. My grandson is light that pierces the dark sky at dawning._ __h,_ said the first emu, __nd we know your daughter is the snow that falls softly from above and clothes the world in white. You want but the rainbow _ that is and was and never will be, and is yet the promise of life _ and the glittering ice which is there and is gone: then you and your family will possess all magic.

When I was young, I thought it was thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in St. Paul's High School, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise. I learnt to take the course of my life, not by violence but rather with intelligence.

When I was young, I thought it is thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in the high school, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise!

Let go of everything that you hold onto, which does not serve you anymore. Be light, walk faster.

Live in the light, Child of God.

The light and the stars guide my way.

Heavenly Father, let there be light in every dark corner.

If I could store lightnings in jars, I'd sell them to sick fireflies to light their way. Only they have nothing to pay for it with but life.

I love rainstorms...the thunder, lightning, wind, all of it. So much going on at once, so many emotions...just like me.

Go ahead, God, you fat, filthy motherfucker, lightning-bolt my ass into oblivion if you're so tough!

If lightning is the anger of the gods, then the gods are concerned mostly about trees.

Lightning hides the colour of night