A True Ceraunophile
There’s nothing more exhilarating than watching as dark clouds gather – a prelude to the thrill of an impending thunderstorm. And what could be more deliciously dramatic than the spectacle of electrifying flashes of lightning or the sound of thunderclaps? But then, I’ve always enjoyed drama, in whatever form.
I devour the blue-white pathways that illuminate the sky and every crackle, rumble and boom that form this melody of nature, culminating in the patter of rain on windows.
And who doesn’t relish the smell of clean air and wet earth that only rainwater can bestow?
Certainly not me… a true ceraunophile.