Where did the night cicadas go?

Hear the droning cries and callings - in this darkness, I am
             a silent observer of the night.

All the lights are flickering again,
             fire spidering across the sky.

Lighting strikes black in the summer, the smoldering clouds framed
             by flashes of shadow in a storm of light.

Hear the silent thundering,
             hear the silent hum of life.

I am a swimmer in the swirling tide, drowning
             in a sky without stars. In this darkness, I am blind.