I like a powerful thunderstorm.
To me a thunderstorm is very visible, very hard to ignore evidence that we broke the world. When we brought sin into the world we broke it, and when we continued to sin we broke it more. Rain, hail, lightning, all the things we call weather, none of them would exist in a perfect world.
But even in the evidence of brokenness there is a sheer awe in the power of a thunderstorm. Even in a destructive malfunction that has nothing to do with the way God intended the world to work, even in that there is beauty.
Sometimes I sit out on the carport and watch them. They're just so cool!