I like the atmosphere right before a storm. The strong wind is just so comforting. The darkness of the shade from the clouds that engulfs the the ever annoying bright sunlight gives me peace. And the storm itself is like the beauty of the most rarest art.
The never ending rain which gives such a wonderful smell and the roar of lighting and thunder gives a shock to my boring life. The lights that they give out is nothing like the annoying rays of sunlight.
It is not blinding.
It is not eternal.
It is shocking.
It is always giving us a brief moment of its beauty before hiding for such a long period that we often imagine if it such a beauty was truly there.
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