I stare at the huge black clouds as they billow up from the mountains,
Threatening to block out the sun.
They drift slowly, lumbering towards the city like dull, thick-headed giants.

They dump rain down on the mountains,
which flow to the rushing river.
The rain is a visual mark of the storm's speed.
Where the rain goes, the storm goes,
and where the storm goes, the rain goes.

BOOM! The clouds unleash their fury upon the city below, sending pulses containing millions of volts of electricity zooming down to the earth.

BOOM! I sit in the living room, my heart racing as I observe the storm zealously.

BOOM! The sun has set.
BOOM! Darkness has taken over.
BOOM! The lightning lights up the world for a brief moment
Leaving a white hot imprint on my retina,
And depriving me of my sight.

I blunder my way about,
Bumping into a foot stool,
Stepping on the dog's tail.
I hear another blast, and want to hide my face in the pillows of the couch that I know is there,
But I cannot find it,
For I am blind,
With awe.