Electricity is really just organized lightning
If lightning is the anger of the gods, then the gods are concerned mostly about trees.
Go ahead, God, you fat, filthy motherfucker, lightning-bolt my ass into oblivion if you're so tough!
Thunder roars but does not strike. Lightning strikes but does not roar. Choose to be lightning.
SOWING LIGHTNING Seize Bolts of lightning from the sky And plant them in fields of life. They will grow like tender sprouts of fire. Charge somber thoughts With unexpected flash, You, my lightning in the soil!
They say all marriages are made in heaven, but so are thunder and lightning.
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...
You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain, storms and the stars in the dark nights.
Light is so fast that nothing can move faster than its own shadow.
You are twice as likely to be struck by lightning as you around to be affected by a terrorist event in the United States.
Unfortunately, if you've ever been in southern Georgia on the beaches in a lightning storm, if you're out there, you're in great, great danger, and you can be killed very, very quickly.
For years, I've had a hankering for the portrait of Benjamin Franklin by Joseph Duplessis. Franklin is credited with so many inventions: the postal system, lightning rods, the constitution. He was a rock star before there was such a thing.
My name is Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
I was raised as a Catholic, but I got up to go to church because I thought I'd be hit by a bolt of lightning if I didn't.
Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.
I loved being outside. We'd hold lightning bugs in our fingers and pretend they were diamond rings.
I can do lightning mathematics quicker than somebody can do them on a calculator.
Poetry is a sword of lightning, ever unsheathed, which consumes the scabbard that would contain it.
I'm not scared of very much. I've been hit by lightning and been in the Marine Corps for four years.