Storm

I watch with fascination as lightning flashes in the sky. We've been praying for a rainfall. It has been extremely dry. As the sound of deafening thunder assails my astonished ears, I realize this storm is stronger than any that I've seen for years. Vivid pictures of the night-time meet my eye with each bright flash. I fear each will start a fire that could turn us all to ash. I was raised upon the prairies, Where buildings, tallest things around were fitted with long metal rods to guide current to the ground. Lightning storms were very common on a summer day or night. I remember I was frightened as I held my mama tight. One time we were astounded by a golden lightning ball coming at us through the telephone, bouncing off the other wall. Now my home is in a valley with tall mountains all around. I've been happy that I live here when storms blows in from the sound. I can watch the storm with wonder, without cowering with fear even though I am alone now without standing near. The mountains take the brunt of it, I need not run and hide from the beauty of her rages. There's no fear of being fried. Mother Nature can be gentle when she brings the needed rain but she can sometimes be ferocious, dispensing punishment and pain. July 1, 2014