Science Saturday: Lightning

We're out on a stroll
And in the clouds roll.
The mean grey puffs are dark.
We're at the park.
The old wood gives Daddy a splinter.
It's been warm this winter.
For a little while, we play.
Up until now, it's been a nice day.
The wind strongly gusts.
Mommy's purse strap busts.
Then, we hear a thunder clap.
I hold onto my cap.
Daddy says we must go now.
The wind whistles and there's a loud pow.
Then we see the bright strings.
Another bang it brings.
Lightning is not safe, says Mummy.
There are butterflies in my tummy.
I'm worried about the weather spectical.
She says lightning is electrical.
Just like a light bulb, it makes light.
There are purples and blues, and even white.
Lightning can touch the ground or another cloud.
Lightning rods are inventions of which we are proud.
The metal creates attraction.
This keeps us safe, since it's a distraction.
The rain follows too.
If this wasn't scary, I'd enjoy the view.
We are alarmed.
But we run inside unharmed.