Intermittent thunderstorms kept me confined to the cabin today, the clouds occasionally discharging their electricity by releasing a sudden crack of light that would tear across the sky, reverberating through the foundation of the cabin and causing the bottles of whiskey on the counter to dance incongruously amongst themselves, creating a cacophonous symphony which could only sustain itself for a few seconds before petering out.
As the storm broke on the opposing side of the lake, I ventured outside to capture a photo of the setting sun, but was halted immediately by several streaks of lightning that erratically splintered through the air before making contact with objects on the nearby shoreline. Instead, I retreated back inside the cabin where I opened the windows to enjoy the captivating concerto of raindrops pitter-pattering on the recently softened ground.