There is an electricity in the air that precedes a real shit-kicker of a storm.
It's a sense of energy so strong that it's almost alive, and breathing it in is exhilarating. It returns me to my core, lending an awareness than seems to otherwise blend into the background on a day to day basis. Then comes the storm, fully of intensity and screaming out life and existence in the almost primal sounds of thunder. Eventually the fury eases, but for awhile the drizzle remains and I find peace listening to the rhythmic rain and now distant booming out of nature. Finally the storm is gone, but all around the air is fresh and renewed... and I am content.
Some people are like storms. Seek them out.
