From the recording Cradle of Light

A brilliant thunderstorm one night when the family was gathered at a beach cottage. We watched it wordlessly for an hour and a half.

Lyrics

Lightning Over Hampstead
© 2015 Dave Nealon
 
a few hands of cards in the kitchen
till we move to the porch rocking chairs
out over the mainland electrons
blazing trails through the dark atmosphere
 
the sky laying siege to the coastlands
illumines a fortress of cloud
and each strike a new revelation
exposing our shadow and doubt
 
reflecting together in silence
intermittently midnight and noon
like the waves breaking on our dark island
spraying live oaks that shelter the dune