Hail-storms and Rain

     The weather report was correct for once; we did get the first rain of the season last night.  Unfortunately, I was wearing earplugs, and didn't get to hear it.  I did, however, get to experience the epic, marble-sized hail storm that occured today, complete with lightning, and doom-like thunder.  I enjoyed it.
      You might find it strange that I should be fond of storms; I don't entirely understand it myself.  Approaching storms tend to make my head pound, and my muscles ache, and occasionally cause me to palpitate and pass out, and still, I love them.
     Perhaps it's the general atmosphere, which is charged with energy, and a vague sense of power that seems to course through me, and makes me want to run (yeah right; as if I could).  Despite my great antipathy against being wet and cold, I feel an overpowering urge to dash out the door whenever the wind picks up, and thunder resounds.  Of course, I don't often indulge in this whim, since running out into a storm is generally considered a bad move, and the rational half of my brain prevails upon me to remain indoors.
     Thank goodness for windows; I may at least look out at the storm raging without, and listen to the sound of the wind crying mournfully, setting whatever leaves remain on the trees aflutter, and watch the rain falling like a silver beaded curtain, occasionally illuminated by photograph-like flashes of lightning, which renders the sky a most undescribable shade of yellow-grey.  Experiencing such storms is one of the great joys of life.