The somber visage of a nighttime thunderstorm. Both visually stimulating and deeply foreboding. Will it be an exciting display of elemental fury? Or will it stay distant, letting rolling thunder and dim flashes carry me off to sleep? Anger or delight. Peace or cacophony. Like the darkness that precedes, my writing shall invoke many emotions. So, what shall it be? Lightning and hail? Or rolling thunder and tapping drops of rain. Wait and see.