Thunder, Flash

One of the quirks of the Cape is that thunderstorms are very rare here. For some, like my grandmother, this is a very good thing. But, because of its rarity, I especially enjoy thunderstorms. And if, like today, they strike without much warning, it is even better. Relaxing alone at home and hearing the huge drops pound at the roof is really soothing. Perfect melancholy weather! I also find comfort in the violent, al be it often distant, rumbling of the thunder itself. Perhaps the comfort comes from the thought of the uncontrollable force of nature at work. Humans have conquered and enslaved a lot of aspects about nature and the world, but some things remain unchained.

And then, just as suddenly as it started, it stops, and the sun begins to peek through.

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Weather was strange today indeed, but man, what an awesome sunset!