We have been promised a 60% chance of thunderstorms tonight by midnight. Nothing would please me more right now than sitting out on the porch, risking a lightening strike, watching the rain pelt down. A storm changes the world for a few minutes and creates a kind of immediacy that separates us from so much external stress.
Now, admittedly, if the storm takes off the roof, that is another kind of immediate focus that is unwanted. But barring that, a good thunder storm is good for my soul.
It is kind of like a washing that is forced into the inside of my brain. I love the smell, the wind, the noise, the flashes of light.
The only thing better than watching it from the porch might be listening to it in my bed. The rain pounding on the window, the branches brushing the side of the house, the cat mewing at the front door... smile.
Good night folks. May it rain on your parade.