I love thunderstorms. I love the noises, the way the rain feels, and how the wind blows. I love how the lightning, can break up the darkness. How it can turns black to purple and blue and disappear.
I just miss when they go away for a while. Sometimes, they're going for too long.
When that happens, you forget how scary they can be from time to time. How loud and violent it can be.
But then, they move on, and the air is all clear and still... little rumbles off in the distance. Then you're left with the smell, and the stars and the clear of the night.
And you're glad they came back to show you how beautiful and powerful they are, and how you'd wish they'd stay around more often.

