Honestly, I have always loved a good wind storm or thunderstorm. It is amazing to feel small. To feel the force of nature and be awed at its beauty and power.
When I was young, I would sit on the porch during a summer storm and take it all in. At night, I would watch out my bedroom window. The smell of the rain, the feel of the breeze on my skin, and watching the lightning light up the sky. It was such a calming moment.
I hate to be out and about in it, but I love to experience it. Afterwards, there is a moment of calm in the world where life slowly begins again. You see the stars, birds begin to flirt around, and you go back to what you were doing before.
Mother of Trauma 
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