Lightning.

Crackling. Flashing. Brightness collides in clattering booms and then... silence and the sound of tinkling rain. As I sit here and type away in the coziness of my own room lightning clashes away outside. Some complain and cry in fear of a lightning storm, me? Never. I sit near a window and take in the the beauty. It mesmerizes me. It grasps the breath right out me. I love its beauty and sound and heat. Its like the climax of every storm. As the soft rains form a song and the suspense builds, wind blows, a silent flash and CLASH! The pinnacle of the song has been reached. The trumpet has been played. The last note hit. And then the song begins again.