Monday, August 12, 2013


I love love love thunderstorms.

I love when they slowly enter in the afternoon. I love when there's the unexpected crack of thunder in the middle of the night. I love when they solemnly start with a low rumble on a Monday morning. I love short summer storms. I love long, hurricane like storms.

I love them all.

And coincidentally I'm writing this in the middle of a fabulous thunderstorm that seems to be lingering longer than the forecast expected. The pounding of rain is mixed in with my favorite iTunes play list, the current rhythm of my writing.

I'm not sure why I have a thing for storms. My Twitter feed is full of people who currently can't contain themselves in the current state of our North Carolina weather. They're freaking out over every flash of lightening and yet I feel sorry for them because they don't understand what I feel.

Thunderstorms remind me of something that's bigger than myself. They remind me that there's someone out there controlling this big mess of weather. They make me feel like a little child in a way that's not adequate for me to explain through my words.

When I see the low grey clouds in the distance, slowly crawling towards my house, I'll turn off all the lights and sit on the couch with the faint glow of the TV staring back at me. And I'll wait for the tinge of fear that accompanies every flash of lightening that lights up my darkened house. I'll watch the rain slide down the window like ten year olds on water slides, racing to see who can get to the bottom first.

I've come to the realization that thunderstorms are under appreciated. They're seen as these evil little things that ruin plans and scare little kids, but I'm working to bring attention to the beautiful little things they are. And I really wish I could take a decent picture of the rain with my iPhone. I wish I could hold it up to the sky and you could clearly depict each circle of water coming down to Earth. I wish I had the patience and fast enough camera to capture a bolt of lightening. But I can't, so bear with me.

So next time you hear a storm approaching, don't go hide under the covers and complain to social media. Listen intently to the combination of rain and wind and flashes of light and deafening sounds. Look closely at the way the rain falls to your own piece of Earth and the way the water lingers on the flowers and grass. Go outside and smell the after rain scent. And maybe it's something you have to learn to love, but I guess that means there's hope for everyone to see the beauty.

Have a fabulous Monday.


  1. I agree 100% percent. I'm also absolutely in love with your style of writing.

    1. I'm so glad someone understands my love of thunderstorms and thank you so much for the kind words.

  2. Love the pictures!! Just read your guest post! I'm live in NC too! :)

    1. Thank you! :) And I read your guest post as well and absolutely enjoyed it!