The will to be a lightning rod

I think she was the kin of lightning
bright and brilliant and startling
A piercing pure light
then calming quiet

It's the soothing silence that intrigues me
the time between slicing blade
and trickling blood
the crackling, shattering thunder

The air is vibrating with her vibrant glow
and I'm just a child waiting by the window
watching the rain
counting the seconds as she gets further away

Because lightning never considers the boy in awe
She merely strikes the highest points and moves on