Thunderstorms,My favorite things.I sit on the porch with a cold treat.Wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, warmAnd watching the sky light up.Thunder echoes through the air, a grin creepingAcross my face.Darkness all around,The stars are hidden behind the dark clouds.If I look fast enough, I will see the bright streaksRace across the sky.Raindrops dance as they hit the ground,Drops tickle my toes.As the night sneaks up on me,I only close my eyes and smell in the wonderful smell.The smell of fresh liquid pouring from the sky.