My favorite weather will always be a lightning filled sky. Thunder that rolls and wind that howls. To see plasma split the sky and the boom that follows after. The Fourth of July is a pale imitation by comparison.

To be able to see the storm from afar and know that the clouds above are grander than our most wondrous city. The bolts that score the sky leave me in awe. I always watch for the next bit of lightning.

The storms of lightning and thunder will always be my favorite. A light show, a thunderclap, the original way to be entertained.