Blitz.
It's a better word than "lightning".
Lightning just doesn't do it justice. Blitz has a certain sense of fear behind it. You can hear the power behind the harsh pronunciation of that borrowed word. The crack of the pure surge of electricity that will not be held in the ground in longer emanates from the "t-z" at the end of Blitz.
Whoever said that German was an ugly language clearly never heard it spoken correctly.
These two weeks have been a full-fledged blitzsturm. And I've been standing on top of a barren mountain.
The blitz cracked, smacked, flashed, burned, and fried. But now I'm left with only the clap of thunder.
Only the "klang des dunner".
I love thunderstorms.
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