It's thundering and lightning outside. But there is no rain? Hmm.
I love thunderstorms, a lot.
Thunderstorms remind me that even the most scariest of situations can be beautiful and peaceful at the same time. I remember in JK, it was thundering and lightning outside, and the whole class was huddled up against our teacher crying. I remember having my arms around the rest of the groups acting as if I was scared, but I wasn't. I was really just waiting for another lightning bolt to shoot through the sky. And one everntually did, and me along with the rest of my classmates would scream. And then I would anxiously wait for another one to come. I found it fascinating.
Oh, it is now raining. The storm-trifecta is now in session.
"Let the wild rumpus start!"