it was about a week ago
everyone had went to bed already
and i was looking out of my window
as lucky as i am, sleeping on the second floor, i have a lovely view
over the whole street.
do you know that strange feeling, right before the thunder
the ' silence before storm'?
as i was looking out of my window, i watched the silence.
the wind rose, an old man with a flashlight walked outside,
checking something i couldn't see.
as the first rumble of the thunder came, i heard the first dogs, scared of thunder, barking.
in the distance i saw the first lightning.
it always gives me a butterfly belly.
the beauty of something created by nature is, you can't be emotionless about it.
everybody has some kind of feeling watching thunder.
i got excited first, then impressed by the violence in the air, and then scared.
when the rain started falling on the roof
i crawled into bed with a big smile
and listened to the thunder for hours.