The sound that lightning makes after it strikes fills us with such a euphoria that makes us yearn for more. Interlocked body parts beneath thin layers of sheets while the main source of heat comes from within. The repetitive sound that frightens the innocent but fuels the act of totality. This is the sound that we love to hear while holding each other ever so close. This is the sound when thick rolling hills meet pointed mountains. This is the sound of our Thunder.