Thunderstorms. I find them so magnificent. They represent the nature’s power. You can feel the changes in the air when a storm is nearing. The wind, you can hear thundering far away, the first rain drops, and then all hell breaks loose. Lightning, thundering, heavy rain. The nature takes a shower to wash away the dirt, dirty gases in the air, everything. When the storm is coming to an end, you can see the sun through the clouds, and everything becomes brighter. The rain ceases, the wind starts to fade, and everything is like it was before. I can always smell the freshness in the air after a storm. It is my favourite smell. And when you emerge from your home the vegetation is greener, the roads are clean, everything is just … so fresh.
I don’t know a lot of people who like storms, or even rain for that matter. When I’m in school, and someone says “It’s raining outside,” most of my classmates began complaining, while I become happy and say something like “Oh, good,” or “It was about time.” And then everybody looks at me, I could say, slightly startled. Storms have always gave me some kind of energy I could feel dwelling in me.
If you want to read about thunderstorms, I recommend you Ayslyn’s article. She is a blogger I admire, and I absolutely love reading her blog.