I think of thunderstorms. Wild and free the thunder rolls over my hearing. The beauty of sitting wrapped in a blanket on my porch to watch. Smell the fresh and clean scent the rain brings.... Feel the coolness of the air. Feel as if all my worries and fears wash away. See the lightning strike in flashes of light cutting through the air. No pattern. To try and capture, freeze it on camera is impossible. So I watch. Soak it in like the ground soaks in the rain. And the color. The color of the sky is changed. It's a masterpiece of God's wildly glorious beauty.
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