You love the thunder, you love the rain
You know your hunger, like you know your name
– Jackson Browne
I woke up a bit late this morning, but by 8 am the sky was no brighter than it usually is by 6:30. By 8:30, the thunder was rolling – sometimes for minutes at a time – and forks of lightening could be seen falling from the sky.
I love a good storm. I open the curtains – or even sit outside, if I think it’s safe – and watch. When I’m done really watching, I make a cup of tea, find myself an atmospheric book to read, and sit myself as close to an open window as can. Barring a few exceptions (teaching, I’m looking at you) no matter what else I’m doing or should be doing, I always press the pause button when a storm starts and settle in to relax for a bit in the midst of the fury.
I’m sure there’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere. And if not, there should be.