"Everlasting sky."
It begins with a silent gesture, that hand extended for yours, an invitation to the unknown the unexpected, to what one had never dared to even dream of. A feeling long lost in that endless sea of blue, an experience only known to that storm that's not a storm. A place where the dancers arched about the dance floor never quite reaching the earth, trapped forever in that storm that's not a storm, but a dance in the sky. For the sky was their dance floor, that everlasting sky hidden in the dark of night, un seen and unheard to all except those with the eyes to truly see. Twisting, twirling, tumbling, turning, across that endless sky, their fritz and frills arching about behind them as they snapped across the sky. The forever sky that held host to the dance of the storm that's not a storm, an arching festival of a silent serenade, as they zipped across the sky. Their laughter unheard by all, theirs only to behold and cherish as they flittered about the sky, bringing sight to those in the dark, in flashes of beauty. So join them in that spectacle, extend your hand if only for a moment of your busy, busy lives, and join the dancers in the storm that's not a storm, for their fun is fleeting. Their rest taken as the sun rises, and that sea of blue whisks away the dance floor of gray, and the storm that's not a storm is lost once again. To that Everlasting sky.
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Wrote this after watching the dry lighting storm outside my house for an hour, and just wished I could express it in words. Originally it was to be titled "The Dance in the Sky" but I felt that the ending made a good title.
