The Electric Symphony

 

In the depths of a tempest's embrace, 

Where the sky ignites with vibrant grace,

 A phenomenon rare, a stunning sight, 

Unleashing power in shades of purple light.

 

Across the blackened canvas, bolts take flight, 

Crackling with energy, vivid and bright, 

Purple lightning arcs with fierce allure, 

A cosmic marvel, a phenomenon pure.

 

With each electric pulse, the night awakes,

 As the heavens quake with thunderous shakes,

 Iridescent tendrils slice through the air, 

Painting the world with an ethereal flare.

 

Purple lightning, an enigmatic force, 

Dances through the storm with untamed course,

 An electric waltz, a symphony profound, 

Where nature's power in beauty is found.

 

It weaves through the clouds with captivating grace, 

Illuminating the darkness, leaving no trace, 

A vibrant tapestry, a celestial spark,

 Enchanting the world with its vivid arc.

 

Bathed in its glow, shadows come alive, 

As the purple bolts relentlessly strive, 

To cast their brilliance, dispel the night,

 And ignite the senses with radiant light.

 

In this luminous spectacle, dreams unfold, 

As whispers of wonder are gently told, 

A cosmic ballet, a visual delight, 

Purple lightning ignites the depths of night.

 

So let us marvel at this splendid display,

As the sky's canvas illuminates the way, 

For in the realm of storms, a unique art, 

Purple lightning etches its mark on the heart.