Thunder

Thunder, the echoing screams of a sky rent asunder.

I love thunderstorms, and there's one going on overhead as I type. I grew up in South Africa, and I spent most of my time there in the north of the country, not far from the Tropic of Capricorn. Summer time in South Africa is Winter time for Europe, December through February or thereabouts. And Summer time is Rain time, and being about on the Tropic of Capricorn, well the weather systems are invested with quite some vigour that time of year. Thunderheads reach up to 12,000 meters (somewhere around 40,000 feet) and the lightning displays are nothing short of awesome! Fork, ball, you name it. lightning illuminating the clouds from within, fork lightening dancing across the sky, lightning hitting the tree in our garden right next to my brother's bedroom. That was ear-splitting!
And that night-into-day flash, one-one-thousand, two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand (roughly 3 seconds to travel 1 kilometer). Such awesome power on display.
It's no wonder our forefathers saw thunderstorms as the gods battling amongst each other.

You can just imagine it can't you, up above, one invincible Collossus bringing its staff down on the head of another, the explosion splits the sky, the screams of the sky rent asunder echo across that massive amphitheater above our heads. They sweat, they bleed, their struggles spray their precious life-bloods down upon us, soaking the Earth and giving us life.