A thunderstorm is the atmosphere’s way of releasing energy and keeping the earth electrically balanced. A steady flow of contrary particles from negatively charged planet rain upward from it’s surface into the positively charged sky. A flash of lightning gathers them together and shoots them back to the ground. The rain comes, cooling the system until the activity dissipates.
It makes me wish an emotional gale was permissible. Take all those negative shots rumbling in the overcast recess of my mind, gather them together into a massive discharge (without hurting anyone) and hurl it away. A sprinkle of lamentations wash away the residue, until the light breaks through.
And then I could begin again.