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I am sitting here in a thunder storm, enjoying the the sight and sound of nature flexing it's muscle. As if to show us that with all the worries and fears in the world, from bills to work to war. That she is still a mighty force and will not be cast aside as just another inconvenience. The hair on my arms stands on end, signaling the presance of raw, uncontroled energy surrounding me. And in a flashing display of light and sound, I see the beauty of lighning and thunder, arrive in cadence. With the flashing bolt having completed it's stretch across the darkened sky, the thunder rolls along the cliffs of the valley around me. And then BANG A bolt comes streaming down to earth, as if it were trying to force it's way through to the other side. The native power leaves me tingling with excitement as the dispersed energy passes through me.