The lightning struck as hard as it could,
almost as it would want to kill me.
It was a lion,
trying to get its prey.
Lightning. It was raging, hard.
It was running behind me,
And I was running ahead of it.
It was a nightmare with a hint of reality.
I ran hard,
trying to avoid it as I kept going,
further and further.
I could see nothing but flashes and rain drops.
I wanted to stop,
but I could never stop.
It was either; Live or Die.
I chose to live and I kept running.
It was like a typhoon, trying to swallow me in.
It slashed through the sky.
I could hear it, running behind me.
Crashing through houses and trees like it didn’t care.
Finally, I saw my house!
Just around the corner, I saw it.
It was there but it was not.
Like it was visible but it was not.
The typhoon had attacked,
and was lost. Forever.
I never saw it again or the people who I called,