I’ve certainly mentioned a number of times that I adore thunderstorms. I guess it all started as a child. My father, who survived the Flint-Beecher tornado as a child (the last tornado to kill over 100 people, always liked storms. He would take me outside and we’d stand in our driveway watching the lightning on the horizon. I loved these times.
As an adult I have found that my adoration for these times of graceful, boastful calm (yes, CALM) has grown. Hearing the booming, seeing the flashing, and feeling the electricity in the air is something I crave. This year thus far there has been no real storm. There have been empty promises from television weather people, but nothing has panned out. Today is supposed to yield some storms. Will they actually manifest?
I hope so. I want to stand on my own driveway (or patio) and look up to that powerful sky as the breeze flips my hair. I can think of nothing more wonderful.