some say that they love the rain
they say they love it for the peace it brings
gentle sheets of rain spilling over a gray background
soft taps of raindrops as the simple soundtrack
the quiet whispers of wind through the trees
I understand that way of thinking but I can't help but disagree
I say that I love thunderstorms
The ones that strike in the middle of a silent night
Skies screaming with thunder as they tear apart the trees with violent wind
The lighting that illuminates your room if only for a second, as if the world is taking a picture of you at this moment in time
Like an x-ray flash, looking to see if anything's broken inside
The way that the air around you feels electric from the destruction just beyond the safe, sturdy walls of your room.
The windows as they battle the rain beating against them, shaking in their frames.
I'd tell you I love thunderstorms if only for the hell they bring.