It’s raining, and the lightening is like vibrant shockwaves beneath the roaring clouds.  Great torrents of water rush along the pavement, down the hill, and into the growing river that used to be a ditch along the side of the road.  The wind speaks of ancient, rumbling demons, and the water dances atop the driveway in tiny bursts.  Soon, the sun will return for a brief goodbye before peircing itself against the mountains, spilling its purple and orange lifeblood across the skies.  In the distance, the thunderheads echo their fury into the valley.

I do so adore the storms that roll across the areas in which I live.  They are so majestic, inspiring.

Absolute beauty knows no bounds.