Last night I stayed up late, perched on my window sill, watching lightning light up the sky. It’s funny how something so small and simple can make me so happy. The low rumble of the thunder was calming, almost reassuring. I sat there, gazing up at the sky, waiting for a bolt of lightning to strike the earth. I love how the lightning is small, yet so powerful as it lights up the night sky. When I was in Italy, there was a huge thunderstorm. Believe whatever you want, but I swear there was at least one bolt of lightning every three seconds. I watched the storm with my family from the balcony of our hotel. I remember how the lightning lit up the sky and how we counted how many bolts we could see at once. Since our hotel was on a mountain, we could see the whole entire sky. It was so amazing and for me, one of the most memorable moments of the trip. That is when I first became fascinated with storms. Over the year, I have spent hours watching them.
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