Cyanthefloragirl

As you look at the clouds during a thunder storm, What do you see? I see a dark gray canvas being lit up by streaks of white paint that slowly fades into the back ground as new thunder roars to life. I hear a symphony of drums clashing together in perfect harmony. I wait for the most beautiful part of the storm. The part where the clouds race on the sky as the wind carries the to a new location to bring, and end life. The moment when the sun lights up the land, and reflects off the lonely raindrops. The moment that we all wait for during the storm. The End.