A mountain plateau, isolate
Stretched for miles,
Through Wyoming
The driver turned away
Left alone waiting
For another ride
No one came
In the distance
Rainclouds roiled
Moving east
Bearing with abandon
Lightning stabbed the plateau
Licking the flat ground
Flashing and roaring
Dancing wildly
A deluge covered me.
Being the tallest thing
“Oh lightning” I muttered
“You might find me!”
A small ditch availed me.
I threw my face down
I Remembered that
Lightning searches shallows
Pleading for grace
The storm screamed
Shaking my body
Then passed me by
I rose unscathed
Shook the rain off me
Turned to the west
Waited for a ride
