Storms

 
Man, I love summer storms. The summer heat dissipating and the breeze messing up you hair while driving the clouds across the sky. The cooler air on your skin and cool drops of rain giving pleasant chills… The sun is still trying to peak through the clouds and the grass and the leaves of the trees move back and forth with gusts of wind. Lightning flashes on the distant horizon, before you ever get to hear the thunder. Nature is in a bit of an uproar as it seems. Birds calling each other, wildlife looking for shelter.
And then the wind picks up, the noise of the approaching thunderstorm increases and clouds start covering the sky in shades of grey blue and black. Stray leaves fly all around you. It thunders and you see lightning getting closer. Then the rain really begins. Thick, heavy drops start falling; first a few, then more, faster and faster, building up to a full-blown downpour. Gusts of air whipping rain into your face, wetting you through and through, drenching your clothes as you run for cover. Lightning lights up the sky as static fills the sky. Heavy thunder makes the ground shake. The branches of trees are waving back and forth, trunks creaking trying to resist the forces of nature. The storm reaches it’s peak.
Then the air cools down quickly. It suddenly seems to be so clear, filled with the scents of nature, pure, unpolluted, clean and fresh. The rain diminishes almost as quickly as it started. It almost resembles a mist now. The earth is breathing with new life. Nature has cleansed itself of past abuse, it starts anew.