There’s something peculiar about a storm. Maybe it’s the way the heavy, ominous, clouds roll in. Perhaps it’s the anticipation that builds before the storm strikes. It’s quiet. Lightning electrifies it’s target without an ounce of remorse. The thunder bashes through with animosity. It all happens faster then the mind can even imagine. The raindrops patter on the window, sometimes for hours at a time. The sky is dark and hopeless. Before long, the storm fades, and out pokes the sun. The sky turns back to blue, and the clouds fluffy. The birds are chirping a beautiful song. It’s almost as if the storm never happened.
(Took this photo today before a storm. Tweeked it a little for dramatic effect)
p.s. the storm is gone, and the sun is shining bright.