Sometimes, if I have a thought, I just write it down, and sometimes it turns into something completely unpredictable, its not gorgeous flowing poetry, its just my thoughts at the moment, this is what I wrote 1 minute ago, what is it? Is it poetry? I haven't shared this with anyone.

Lightning flashes in the sky, almost too quickly to see.
My neck turns quickly, catching a glimpse of it before it disappears.
The sound of the thunder rattles everything surrounding me.
When I was five
I thought that rain was the angel's tears.
That thunder
Was the angels bowling
The strikes were lightning.
Of course, back then I knew how to smile.
Now lightning is lightning
Thunder is thunder
And rain is the noise that pitter patters on my roof, stealing my sleep as I lay thoughtlessly in my bed.
I don't really sit down and try to write, it just comes to me randomly and I have to write it down to get it out,some kind of expression.