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The grey clouds roll in

Sweeping their gloom into the heart of the earth

They cover the light

All is now dark

Dark, park, lark, hark

Hark?

Hark, a flash

I saw a flash

It must be the lightning

Penetrating those dusky amoebas

Floating about the sky

What is this lightning?

This beautiful stream of power

Sheer energy

Crawling,

Working its sorcery on man

They believe

You believe

I believe

We believe what?

Lightning is magic

Magic is lightning

Not a wand

Nor a rabbit from a hat

Magic is a feeling

Of wonder

Pure exstasy

What produces these feelings?

Not rain

Not sunshine

Not snow, sleet, hail

What then?

My lightning?

Yes

It is lightning

Hold to it

Feel its power

The surge that makes

Kings genuflect

And Native Americans praise it

See the flash?

Now it is gone

Lift up your eyes

Another is sure to come