July 30

I remember once when I was about 8 or 9, my mom and I sat on the front porch of our house watching a thunderstorm. We watched it roll in, pour, and then roll away, leaving that eerie green haze that thunderstorms often leave behind. It was both exhilarating and soothing and it completely changed my perspective on thunderstorms. From that moment on, I loved them. It stormed tonight, and instead of continuing with my day, I turned off the TV and sat and watched it like I did all those years ago with my mom. It was a good one with sheets and sheets of rain, lots of lightning and loud, booming thunder, wind tossing the leaves on the trees. I enjoyed it, and I enjoyed the memory. It brought on waves of gratitude, that I have this wonderful house to provide protection, that I have a garden to enjoy the rain, that I have a family to share it with, that I have a job to make it all possible… As hard as life is, it has its beauty. For this I am also grateful.