AN: I decided to upload my first fan fic. It has some good points, but it's oh so obviously a newbie writer's work. Read at your own risk!
This Story takes place in the later half of Season 4. Clark has found two of the stones, he's missing the one Lana has.
The thunderstorm was ominous to Clark. He sat alone in his loft doing homework. But he couldn't stay focused. His eyes kept wandering off to the open window where a magnificent display of rain and lightning danced.
Usually, he loved a good thunderstorm, in his opinion it was like the earth getting a fresh start. He loved the rolling thunder. He had been frightened as a small child of the terrible roaring, but his father had scooped him up and sat with him on the front porch. He explained that Clark could think of the thunder as angels bowling, and whenever lightning struck was when one of the angels got a strike. Jonathan claimed of course, that most of the lightning strikes were caused by Hiram Kent. Clark smiled as he remembered.
But then he sensed again that something was wrong. Somewhere out in the rain, trouble brewed. And although he had no idea what was in store for him, Clark was not sure he would like what was about to happen.