I love storms.
Tonight, in my little town, there was a spectacular thunderstorm. I was dropping off a couple of Wii games at Blockbuster and, while facing the door, lightning flashed behind me and it was a bright as having a camera flash go off in my face (not one of those little flashes, either). The thunder that followed quickly after was so loud I felt it in my sternum and the windows in the door of the Blockbuster rattled. It was awesome.
I grew up on the Canadian prairies and experienced phenomenal thunderstorms. I miss them now that I live on the West Coast. When I experience storms now, I relish them with child-like glee.
The photo above was taken just an hour ago, and is the aftermath of the storm that rolled through here about two hours ago. It is the beauty that can be enjoyed after chaos and destruction and noise and why I love storms.