A/N: Ok, so I just realized that the last couple drabbles I put up didn't start with the 'Nothing' thing. But oh well, I'm not about to delete them and try to warp them around that now. Just thought I'd throw that out there.
Disclaimer: All original Dragonball Z characters are the property of Akira Toriyama. Dillon Santinni is the property of Android-2217. Do not take him without permission, and do not ask me for permission as he is not mine to give.
Warnings: For this chapter, none.
Prompt: Thunderstorms
Nothing was more relaxing then the bass tremor of thunder coursing through my body...
I lay in bed tonight, contemplating, as I stare up at the sky from my window. Tonight is one of the few nights I stayed at home rather than with Dillon, and it's also the night of the very first thunderstorm of the year.
At first, just a few drops of rain can be heard on the roof, and that is when my attention is caught. I peer our the window, waiting for the coming downpour, and when it begins, revel in the melody of it. Each raindrop playing it's own note upon the roof, each in a different key, and yet the song is clear.
Then, the thunder begins, and it's like the crescendo of the bass drum pounding through the chorus of a heartfelt song. The lightening, the waving of the director's baton.
Dillon taught me that every storm is one magical song. If you listen hard enough, you can hear the hard work of every artist that ever existed thrown into fifteen minutes worth of beauty.
I wonder if he's lying in bed too, staring up at this same beauty...