I love thunderstorms.
The crash of the rolling thunder, the streaking of lightning across the sky, the sound and smell of the falling rain...
I could just sit by the window and look out at it for hours.
There's just something so majestic yet surprisingly peaceful about a thunderstorm. It clears my head, makes me feel comforted that there are still some things in this world whose beauty man cannot sully. Nothing can shatter the truly spectacular wonder of a storm.
And if the lightning these days wasn't so dangerous, I would be out there, dancing in the rain. Believe me, there is nothing so cleansing, or so freeing.
If only I could be out there... I wish I could.
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