The acrid, metallic taste of the air,
Full of electricity, stirring my hair,
Was a sure first sign of thunderstorm brewing,
Urging me haste in what I was doing.

The day which had been so arid and bright,
Was darkening now, as if early night,
And cooling so fast, I felt quite a chill,
Out here on the prairie with never a hill.

I must swiftly seek for some sort of cover,
If struck by the lightning, my life would be over.
The clap of the thunder was louder and nearer,
Zig zag of the lightning, filled me with great fear.

A child of the prairie, aware of the danger,
To these sudden storms, I was hardly a stranger,
Knowing that lightning sought the tallest thing round
To carry her energy into the ground.

I fell and curled up to make myself small
Just as the huge raindrops started to fall.
Pungent earth smells arose as I wallowed in it,
I was soaked to the skin, in merely a minute.

Then as fast as it came the storm had blown over.
I'd survived on the prairie, without any cover.