Looking through her window, she sees it shimmering. Alone in the night, among the clouds, it watches her. Some nights she feels that it sympathizes with her. When tears slip to her jaws. She feels helpless. She thinks she is alone among all these people. But out of nowhere she hears something. In the distance, yet so close. She opens her eyes and sees it.
Lightning. Thunder.
Thunder that destroys everything in its path. Thunder who has felt her pain and wants so badly to take it away for her. Thunder who knows how she feels and is angry. Thunder who is there to support her. Thunder who releases his anger for her.
The thunderstorm that everyone is so afraid of brings her peace. It calms her down. It shows her that she isn't going crazy. It puts her thoughts on hold as it reminds her something:

That the beautiful thunder that colors the black sky with white and purple streaks to let her know that everything is okay. That after bad times there will always be color, always.