Anvil crawler lightning 
casts its web across 
a purple and gunmetal sky,
reaches blindly through
the heavens 
brought low,
as if hands searching frantically
in a darkened room;
fingers extended in desperation,
feeling around, disoriented,
yearning to brush against a familiar object. 
Electricity' s blindfolded attempt fades into a distant bulge of clouds. 
And thunder follows thereafter 
with a low and exhausted grumble
lamenting its missed opportunity 
of finding some-