Storms.

I like to sit in storms.

Watch the grey clouds pass over me as the rain cleanses my soul.
See the lightning sear itself into the earth, so bright for one moment and fading into nothing.
Hear the thunder ringing in my ears, resonating with my life.
Taste the atmosphere the storm brings, promising me a new day with new life.
Smell the essence of the storm, rainfall and petrichor and grass.
Feel the energy overtake me.

I like to sit in storms.