Thunder and lightning
After eight years living in the city, I could finally watch a storm lasting more than three lightning strikes and a handful of thunder. This one is running for hours, skies pouring heavily, restless wind loose, lightning crossing the skies followed by the rumble of the clouds. I remember the storms of May when I was little. They always came in the first days of the month, a last mockery of Winter to the incoming Summer: thick gray clouds slowly taking over the blue sky, a faint echo beyond the horizon. And then the rain, cold and heavy, breaking throught the warmth of the day, lightning flashes piercing the sudden dusk in violence, thunder so loud it made the windows tremble and almost seem to shook the very foundations of the world. How I missed it.