I'll never forget that sky. Beautiful.
I remember a line of thunderstorms marching parallel to us on a night hop from Langkawi to KL, like fizzing light bulbs in the dark. I remember being surprised by how constant the lightning was within the CBs. Every so often one would go up with an especially explosive pulse and reveal the whole witch's cauldron.
Man alive, I truly understood then the phrase "there's a storm brewing." A witch's cauldron it was. Turmoil.