Wednesday. 1am. The sky's on fire. A constant staccato of lightnings racing across the sky.
I sit and watch, counting *flash!...1..2..3..4..5..6..7.. BOOM!* The sound of thunder crackling, the sky tearing apart.
I've always been fascinated by the terrible forces of nature and the sheer beauty of them. Some of the girls I've fallen for have been like "a force of nature": beautiful to look at but if they get too close they'll tear you apart in mere microseconds. I know what will happen in these cases and yet I look for them, like a forest waiting for the fire to consume me.