Midnight Storms

There is something incredible about midnight storms at the beach. Something remarkable about the way the claps of thunder echo between the hotels full of unaware, sleeping residents and how the lightning flashes the sky to bright purple, its brilliance reflected across the water despite the fact that I feel like I am the only one awake to appreciate it. It is as if the entire beach, now thankfully devoid of its many intruders, is putting on a grand show for itself, just because it can. The spectacle tonight is vastly different than any daytime shower, and though a part of me feels like I have stumbled into an event on which I have no right to be imposing, it is fantastic, and breathtaking, and altogether wonderful.