I Love Thunderstorms
As a child and even now well into my adulthood, one of my favorite joys is to sit by the window whenever a strong thunderstorm came rolling in. I watch with childlike augh at the majestic power a storm has: the anticipation of the coming discharge, the shock of its release, and the thrill of hearing its striking strength.
I can understand why so many fear thunderstorms for their destructive abilities and spontaneous presence. But for me, a thunderstorm has become a ballet of light and sound that dances on a stage of clouds; eagerly begging to perform for any and all who dare to watch.
I can understand why so many fear thunderstorms for their destructive abilities and spontaneous presence. But for me, a thunderstorm has become a ballet of light and sound that dances on a stage of clouds; eagerly begging to perform for any and all who dare to watch.