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I absoulutely adore thunderstorms. While everyone else is rushing to the house to avoid the heavy rain, loud thunder and blinding lightning, I'll be right inside my doorway with the door open, admiring the wonderful catastrophe of Mother Nature.

It's just the rush of it all. The effects of a thunderstorm are so vivid and mesmorizing, how could you not sit and stare for a moment. Even as 3 beeps emit from the speakers of my TV and a bright red warning flashes across the screen warning everyone of a tornado, I'll still be in my doorway. I love seeing the lightning flash, then anticipating the loud "BOOM!" of the thunder, signaling it's distance from me. I love watching the patterns of the raindrops, pit-patting on every solid surface visible to my eyes. And best of all, I love feeling the rain hit every inch of my body, dripping down to the ground, soaking into my clothes. It's the beauty of a thunderstorm. I doubt you've never thought of it like that, huh?

I know I might be crazy and this entry might sound a little...weird, but you got to respect it. Next time a thunderstorm drifts your way, look deeper into it. Look past the clouds. Anticipate the next flash, the next boom...

Okay, I'm done having my orgasmic rant. Here's a picture I took not too long ago. I've always wanted to catch lightning, and I finally did.