the sun peaked in the sky, shining with authority after having chased the clouds away.
    "Beautiful weather today," you exclaim.
but what's so beautiful about the same boring radiant sun?
                                                     the same old blue sky?
I'll tell you what's beautiful.
the howling winds of a winter storm, and the rising growl of thunder
    are like music to my ears.
the shimmering threads of lightning weaving themselves across the sky
are what i dream about every night.
the soft sheets of rain soak me to my bones.
           I shiver with delight.
Even my eyes can't completely grasp
       the tragic beauty of a brewing storm.