It was absolutely beautiful. It started with this gale, and light little drops, and then eventually you had silent lightning and fast rain and a cool cool atmosphere, and that beautiful sound of the leaves rustling. It was dark, but you could still make out the trees, and see the light behind the clouds every once and in awhile. Cars would pass by, with high beams hitting the trees, you could hear the splatter of the water on the road.
And then, i saw it; the proper real lighting, with the crooked white bolt against the dark purple clouds. It happened a few more times. Then the rain stopped, and it was just lightning, and then thunder. And then the rain restarted, and now its really coming down.
I just feel so much when it rains; its like i can feel the essence of the earth speaking to me; like i can travel back in time, before borders and races and creeds, to just the time of creation. Thats what makes nature beautiful, its endless and eternal, so whatever thunder storm you’re going through, chances are your ancestors went through that same storm not too long ago. And then the essence of the earths past becomes one with the earth, and that becomes one with you....
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