The sky is a shade of crimson
The winds are so strong that people are running for cover
The lightning cracking down like a whip
And the thunder is growling back in response
The calm before the storm has passed
The rains are here.
The once or twice a year ones.
How can I not rejoice?

Tried to not waste too much time today attempting to capture the perfect lightning strike shot
Went up to the terrace and got soaked to the bone
Ah, joy. 

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