Storm

What is it about a good thunderstorm that speaks to my soul? Is it the brilliant flashes of light dancing in the sky? Is it the rumble of the thunder resonating off the mountains and growling across the valley? The sweet smell of the rain that normally accompanies said storms? Perhaps the haunting sound of the coyotes...? Whatever that undefinable quality is that tugs at my very core.........I like it. Always have......always will.