Let's not be so electric.

Let's dash back
To the clouds there--
Like lightning shrouds, dear.
Three six three
Days of the year--
Bolts hide in glee there
They chortle free there.
One two three
You're running out of
La-words to say, love
Light isn't enough.
Eight nine ten
That cloud is my friend
You keep your lightning
I won't be lit on fire--again.