I was walking through the rain just a moment ago, and I couldn't have cared less that I was getting soaking wet. Most everyone around me was running to the nearest building. But I was straining to hear thunder. And I did, hear thunder, low and rumbly, far and away, but thunder. I breathed it in contentedly. I love thunderstorms. And since it is the end of March today is the perfect day to have the first thunderstorm of the season.
I love how thunderstorms can come up so suddenly or sometimes you can feel them building up for hours. I love how sometimes thunderstorms can make noon seem as dark as midnight, while other times it is so bright that you can find rainbows. I love thunderstorms. I like how some thunderstorms are cold rains on hot days, and the air feels so clean when it is done; while other times the rains are just as hot as the air and you feel trapped in a sauna at the end; or like days like today when it's only mildly warm and the rains are chilly, but you can taste spring, and the air smells like worms that you go fishing with. I love thunderstorms. I love how thunder can rumble and grow from something far off to something so very near. I love how thunder can surprise you and boom so suddenly overhead. I love how lightning streaks across the sky, and can make the darkest storms into flashes of day. I love watching thunderstorms in the distance and watching the lightning light up bits and pieces of the clouds, like twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. I love the unpredictability of a thunderstorm. I love that they can be loud and harsh but they don't last forever, the anger subsides and then there is peace, but more than just peace there is renewed life. Fresh air.
I love thunderstorms because I feel like living that honestly, instead of trying to be what everyone else wants me to be: predictable. Being my self: changing, different, oxymoronical, complicated. I like being complicated. I like being unpredictable on occasion. I like expressing myself honestly, experiencing emotions, and then settling back into the calm and consistency. It's good for me, it gives me fresh life. It spices things up. Spins worlds around. But in the end all is well. In the end the ground is soft and muddy. Perfect for digging up worms. Those fat, wiggly worms that are perfect for fishing. Fishing on those lazy, comfortable, predictable, hazy days of summer. Summer that is life. Life that is calm. The calm before the storm. The storms that I love.
posted by Trisha @ 12:46 PM
