Thunderstorms

 

Thunder and lightning used to scare me so bad as a kid. I remember hiding in the linen closet and holding my hands over my ears. I would hear the crash of the lightning and start counting to see how close it was. If i got to more than '10 Mississippi', I knew I was safe. Something about the uncertainty  and the noise was always unsettling. My dad on the other hand absolutely LOVES thunderstorms, so as I got older I decided they were ok. They still scared me, but as long as my dad was by my side I knew I was safe. We used to go to the pedestrian overpasses and watch the storms. We would put our rain jackets on and run through the rain. The storms were pretty and seeing my dad's  face light up was my favorite. He would talk about how close it was. And how beautiful the lightning was. When it was all over we'd walk home in the rain talking about how awesome it was.
I'm well over my fear of thunderstorms and eagerly await a good one. Luckily here the lightning  is brighter and the thunder louder. (Everything's bigger in Texas) I love sitting on my balcony with Riddler,  just watching the storm for hours. Listening to the rain go from a light putter to a roaring river. I enjoy watching the storm roll in and the faint strikes of lightning, turn into big crashes of light, awaking the entire night sky. Listening to the lightning crack and the instant roar of thunder, that gets me every time. And every time I watch a storm here I think of my dad.  How one day in the near future he's  going to visit and we're going to watch an amazing storm together. So dad be prepared!

 

Just a note I love thunderstorms, but the idea of a tornado TERRIFIES me.

 

Any thoughts on thunderstorms? Love them? Hate them?