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.