I’ve Never Seen a Storm this Beautiful

In the aftermath of nuclear war, debris settled in the sky. Blackening the Sky, no sun shining through. Me and my wife often have to venture out, her hand tightly clutching mine. As we walk barely able to see what's in front of us. We see a storm brewing and find shelter. My wife has an intense fear of thunder, but I learned to love these storms. Because when lighting flashes, it is the only time I can see my Wife's face clearly. Today as we are hiding again, I find myself wishing for this storm to never end.