Echo

I hear thunder. It's not from outside, just a recording, but I still recognize the way my body reacts to it. Most people are afraid of the sound of thunder. I revel in it. It is my only connection to the sky from the ground where I must merely stand. Nature's voice itself calls to me. The vibration, when lightning is near, awakens the core of my body and echoes throughout, forcing my insides to convulse a bit. The sonic boom after the vibrant flash seems to become what I live for, that very moment. The pouring rain that follows embodies my passion for nature's small events.