Lightening

A boy sat on his stoop and watched as the world said what it may. With purple roaring energy, and rapid cracks of strength, and without rain; the world was silent. Purple was the boy's favorite color.
Crack!
It rang so clear.
So loud.
So bright.


So, he took himself by the hand, and the boy got up. 
He was just above the waves of mountains that rushed toward the lightening. He turned and walked the other way. He ran into the house, and pulled the screen shut behind him. He rushed upstairs with him head down, and his gears turning. 
He needed to get to this lightening.


So, he found the keys to his mother's car, a sedan, and jumped in the driver's seat.
The car had been parked outside, and he started it. He drove all the way to the lightening.
When he got to the lightening, he saw something strange. It was not purple at all, but whiteish. 
He wondered...


The boy wondered if the closer you got to the lightening, the more white it would appear. So he just stood there, in the middle of life, and looked the lightening straight in the eye and said softly, but sternly, "You lied to me. I came here to see purple, not white." 


I can tell you one thing. That boy saw a whole lotta white. 


A boy sat on his stoop and watched as the world said what it may. With purple roaring energy, and rapid cracks of strength, and without rain; the world was silent. Purple was the boy's favorite color. This time, it was just a different stoop.