The thunder and the lightning. Dark clouds in many forms. The thunderclap, so frightening. Yet still I love the storms. The wind whips through the branches, and bends the mighty trees. The lightning bolt that breaks them, Somehow this seems to please. The rain across my face. That soaks me through and through. While others search for a dryer place, Thats something I wont do. Some think that I am strange. For taking such delight. But I really love a raging storm. Especially at night.