Ceraunophile

By Ayushi

I love thunderstorms, But I always wondered how Something as terrific and frightening as Lightning could exist in nature, 

and yet I still be in love with it. 

It has the power to destroy, 

to burn down those who love it into the ground, Left with nothing but the remains of their ashes. It harbour an enigma within it, 

bringing admirers into close proximity and annihilating them with a fiery charm. 

Now I feel I have vague notion about it. I love the ferocity of the strom, 

it's unforseen nature, and the ravishing quality of its essence. 

I love how it makes me feel seen, 

how it mirrors the turmoil of my heart and helps me understand the depth of anguish in my mind. 

It causes upheaval, eradicate and torment mirroring the profound human experience that lies beneath the veneer of 

kind, beautiful, virtuous and righteous nature. It mirrors our true selves like no other, 

While we conceal our darkness with a delightful appearance. 

It advances raw, without any veneer of the deceit or deception we carry, like a caliginious world. 

And I fall in love with it all the more 

without conspiracy, just raw, unfiltered emotion away from the accusatory finger of the world. It make me, makes me something peculiar. It makes it strikingly and painfully beautiful....

By Ayushi