What is it about storms? Theres just something so cathartic about them. It's so easy to get lost in the turmoil. The day may start sunny, but when those black clouds roll in, you better get indoors. The day goes dark and the sky swirls in a blackened turmoil. The rain pours over everything, dousing it with a needed release. The lightning crashes, as if the sky itself is exacting vengeance upon parched, baked earth. Thunder rolling s hatters the peaceful summer calm with the anger of the heavens which once again make their power known, lest we forget the might. Then it all goes calm, as quickly as it came. The sky lightens, the rain slows, and all we're left with is some puddles, and a lasting clean to make new the the parched and dead earth. I love it.