This was something small and I kinda expanded on it. Sorry not sorry.

No Barrys were stoned in the making of this fanfiction XD.

Disclaimer: If I owned The Flash I would have made it into a Sitcom.

Thunder boomed outside as it rained, the storm clouds blending in with the night sky. He could sense, feel, the lightning in the clouds. He could feel the sparks dance around the water molecules.

Barry sat alone in the middle of his bed. The storm keeping him up and making the man drowsy at the sametime.

The lightning under his skin danced with the lightning outside. Wild and untamed.

Storms calmed him. Much like other people, in his own way.

He needed it. With Zoom around and the evil speedster's craving for Barry's speed, things have been everything but relaxing.

Barry let out a long sigh and fell back onto his bed, staring at his ceiling. Thoughts going through his head as fast as he can run.

Storms are a great way to relax and think about things at a distance.

Barry thought about his problems. Flashpoint, Zoom, his Dad's recent death… Things kept piling up.

Golden lightning zapped along his arms and sparked at the tips of his fingers, before a new spark took it's place.

He felt his relationships with everyone fading every day, and he hated it.

Lightning and thunder crashed outside.

The speedster took a deep breath.

Storms were something he use to fear as a kid. He was afraid the lightning would hit him, ha, who knew he would be right.

Now, he felt close to them. A storm gave Barry his speed. A storm always helped him think.

A storm is a great way to relax.

"Hey, Barry, you okay?"

Barry was at S.T.A.R Labs when the next storm hit. The lightning outside was speaking to his lightning again. He was spacing out a bit.

The speedster snapped out of his thoughts and turned towards Caitlin, who was looking at his with worry.

"Yeah."

She gave him an unconvinced look and all of Team Flash (everyone was at S.T.A.R) turned towards him.

"It's the lightning outside," He could feel the lightning spark along his covered arms.

"Afraid of storms?" Cisco asked.

Barry shook his head. He pulled his sleeve up to show his golden lightning traveling along his arm. "It always makes mine dance."

Everyone watched silently, in awe, as his lightning sparked at his fingers and traveled across his visible skin. At one point the golden bolts traveled through his eyes, making them look like they glowed.

Storms were the best.