During this short voyage I saw the lightning playing on the summit of Mont Blanc in the most beautiful figures. The storm appeared to approach rapidly, and, on landing, I ascended a low hill, that I might observe its progress. It advanced; the heavens were clouded, and I soon felt the rain coming slowly in large drops, but its violence quickly increased.

– Mary Shelley

Frankenstein, Chapter 7. Victor Frankenstein is awed by the beauty and violence contained together in nature during a lighting storm.