Comforting sight, those angry clouds above. Continuous rumbling of thunder, vicious and gracefully brutal, accompanied by the sudden whiplash, the kiss of the wild wind. Such a day, waiting impatiently for this moment, it promises a cleansing, and its worth the wait.
Smile, a tired crooked smile, is what I can offer the menacing sky. So little, yet sincere do the warmth I generate, gratitude to the monstrosity of what seeks to engulf me.
The Storm, my moment of calmness.