"The wild elements were slow to abate, but as the day passed, they wandered elsewhere. Once again the sky was revealed, and the setting sun glowed with brilliance. As beams of light tinted the clouds with blazing colors, everything gained a sharp contrast: brightly lit on one side, deeply shadowed on the other. Objects had a unique sense of mass; grass stalks seemed sturdy as marble pillars. Ordinary things took on an unearthly beauty; Eragon felt as if he were sitting inside a painting."
The above paragraph is from Eragon by Christopher Paolini, and it's what I thought of during two rare thunderstorms last evening and again this evening. Except, I thought that things took on an "unearthly beauty" during the storm, not just after. More green and vibrant.
What do you think? Is the world more beautiful during a storm? After? Or not at all?