I never get sick of thunderstorms. Never. When the rain pelts hard against the window panes and the sky gets lit up from midnight to mid-day. And the thunder.... when the thunder shakes everything in the room. Like the whole place shudders, a cold chill in the humid night. It's sort of like I can believe that there is more than... well more than I thought... when I see those kinds of storms. Nature is sort of amazing. When I really pay attention to it... Especially when I am back home looking out at the woods of Livingston Mountain. The green changes everything. The clean air. The sky. All of it is perfect in this indescribable way.