I love thunderstorms
My love of thunderstorms is hard to qualify or quantify. I could say that I love them more than anything else in the world, but would you believe me? Maybe they are just something that I love as much as the other things I love most. But what really sets them apart from all the rest is that they remind me that I still live in a magical world.
Yesterday I got my first real thunderstorm in a long time. I sat on the porch at Olivia’s for about 2 hours as the storm passed directly overhead. The rain was blowing in the sides of the porch, the lightning was striking just overhead, the thunder was cracking, I was screaming and giggling like a little girl, and the road out front was flooding. At one point I saw a guy drive by in a convertible with the top down.
It’s the power and unpredictability that really gets me going. It’s one of those things that actually stops us for a moment. It pulls us out of our daily lives; it reminds us that we still live in a wild world, despite how much we try to control it.
