Thunderstorms.

Does it take an exceptionally gifted/unique person to find beauty in something that is essentially chaotic?
Sitting indoors, I find thunderstorms so comforting because indoors is exactly where you're supposed to be, and it's not often in life that you are where you're meant to be. Lightning flashing across navy and purple skies has such a glamour to it, and makes for especially amazing photography too.
Sigh. I do love a good storm. It's different from the morbid monotony of a rainstorm, because lightning and thunder add some element of excitement to it. Possibly because lightning can kill. Or maybe that's just me.