thunder..

                  the majority of people i know, when a storms brews up without notice, heads for cover, some people will hide under the covers hoping that the wind and rain wont find them huddling in a fetal position in the comfort of the room silently praying for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass them by, as quoted from the famous song,sweet child o mine by guns and roses,and hope that there wont be any lasting damage to themselves or their home. but not i, well i hope not lasting damage unfolds itself upon me or my home, revealing what true wrath nature holds for me, but i dont want it to pass me by without any excitement. watching storms form above me in the once blue sky, watching the clouds darken and cover the land around me with a dark shadow like a blanket covering a bed, watching the rain slowly pour closer and closer to me, slowly or quickly drench every square inch of ground, even the ground where i hold fast, steady. feel the wind pushing against me, leaning into the wind with arms spread, feeling the power of the storm engulf me. id love nothing more than to sit up in my tree house or on my roof, and watch the storm pass by or pass through, either way works, watch the limber, yet somehow rigid grass flail in the wind only at the mercy of the storm, watching the branches of the tall trees surrounding my house sway uncontrolably, the leaves flying about in a green frenzy. and most of all, the thunder, i want to hear the thunder, crashig the sky with dominance over the elements, clearly stating its presence with a simple, yet extremely powerful concussion of sound, house shaking, window rattling BANG. hear the thunder roll through the sky like a bowling ball smashing down the lane and into the helpless pins. thunder rippling through the sky like a mad bull chasing after a gutsy rodeo clown, which i would love to see. thunder is the heart, voice, and emotion of a storm, the louder the storm the heavier the rain, more lightning, darker clouds, simple as that. thunder is the storm, everything else is just effect.