It was stiflingly humid today, not that I'm complaining because I adore the sunshine and the opportunity it provides to wear short sleeves. However, I do feel the time has come where we need a thunder storm to clear the air. Just an overnight one so that the sunshine can commence the following day.
I love thunder storms, especially at night. I like the way that first, faint peal of thunder reaches into my dreams and lifts me to the surface of consciousness, and that first flash of lightning illuminates the room just for a split second, as though someone flicked the light switch on then off. I love curling up beneath the covers and peeking through the curtains, shivering with delight as the first drops of rain begin to fall in the street below under the cover of darkness. There's nothing like listening to the rain fall from the comfort of your bed. As the thunder increases in volume I find myself inevitably jumping with each rumble, but what I feel is not fear, but joy. I wait until it has passed overhead; until the lightning is no longer so intense, and the thunder peals faintly again from distant hills. Only then do I settle down and try to sleep again.
The last time I witnessed a storm like this was on the eve of my school prom. My youngest brother was afraid and couldn't sleep so I sat with him and comforted him. That was five years ago.
Oh, let there be another storm like that soon!