The Light Over Lucky Peak

A true story!

A blinding flash, a crack of thunder.

A lightning strike! And we were exposed.

Heavy drops of rain came suddenly,

Soaking the hot dusty trail, and us.

We began to run, seeking cover

Anywhere! Everywhere!

Around the bend and almost there,

When a single beam of light

Broke through the clouds and then,

Another and another and another!

We reached the crest and looked

Out over Lucky Peak

At the vast panorama before us.

It was an amazing sight!

Thirst quenched hills began to glow.

The volcanic rock strikingly defined

By the wet rain shine.

The sage all silver and green,

Gently swayed.

The flat surface of the lake,

Dark as the sky,

Rippled with the last few drops of rain.

The air was clean and crisp

As the storm began to fade.

We stood there, gasping.

As we watched, the sky grew bright,

A veil was being lifted from the clouds.

We smiled at the newborn hue of the sky

Reflecting back on the glistening water.

It was a radiant light,

One that can only appear

After the darkest night.

Taking it all in, stunned

By the rapidity of change all around us,

I thought,

How beautifully transcendent nature can be

Once the danger has passed you by.