She was a thunder storm raging through the open fields with ferocity and passion. Many feared her for her power, but with her thunder came rain; the sweet nectar that all life thrives on. She was unpredictable and sporadic. Many thought her the very image of chaos, but even the storm follows the waves and the winds. He knew that. He did not fear her.

               Instead, he marveled at the beauty of the sky both light and dark where she moved. She altered the very earth wherever she treads; bending the trees to her will but never breaking them and watering the fields where she cried. Even those brave enough to admire her in her work, did so from afar. But not him. He wanted to not only admire her. He wanted to embrace her.

               He was prepared and had the mind to succeed. Many storms had passed, all coming with rage and fury. Yet they rarely did any damage. They incited only fear, and even that was only in those who did not understand. She was different in many ways; as she had no equal. Not in his eyes. Still, she came without the desire to destroy. She was only working in her own way, moving to her own desires. He loved it. Every second gave him a new level a joy that he could not find words to explain. He wanted her.

               She came with the speed to catch any she wanted. She moved with the strength to break any that she willed. She covered the sky, and became more important than the sun. He merely smiled. He was going to catch lightning in a bottle.