Death and Awakening

I walked the field, unknowing. Storm clouds gathered, I paid them no heed. Lightning was not real, thunder was so far away. The hair on my neck arose in warning. Flash. Crack. Ozone smell. Then grumbling in the distance. I walked away. My ignorance did not. Now I am knowing, On a sure path, my path. I do not meander aimlessly I walk with conviction. I wander not from my chosen road, for now I know what lightning is.