Waiting for the bell to ring

I am a fiery lightning strike

waiting to release my feelings.

I wonder when I can go out to play.

Although it's rainy, I can chuck on my coat on and go play football.

My thoughts are slow

thinking what to write

holding my pen

but they get out on my paper —

words, stories, poems

so much dialogue!

Hi, it's a cloudy day, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

You done?

You're striking too fast!

I’m angry!

I create a storm.

I am a lightning strike.