Thunderstorm Season

Hiding from Thunderstorm

Hello to all,

My wife says that how I peer through the window during a thunderstorm is weird.

If she would let me in, it wouldn’t be weird.

Spring brings warm temperatures after the cold of winter. Thunderstorms form from the heat of the day. I enjoy watching the black clouds roll across the sky. The streaks of lightning highlight the danger in the impending squall. Seconds later, the gentle rumble of thunder vibrates the house. The leading edge eventually moves overhead, making the day turn into night. There is beauty in the contrast of darkness and the flash of brightness. Hearing the rolling rumble settle into my soul soothes the savage beast in me.

Tammy becomes disheartened hearing the forecaster predict inclement weather. The mere sight of the blackened clouds sends shivers down her spine. She jumps as the room flashes with light before hunkering down for the rumble to follow. All her motherly senses are piqued by the electricity floating in the air from the impending thunderstorm. The house grows quiet with nervous anticipation from the darkness enveloping the house.

Ginger does not watch TV, nor does she listen to weather forecasters. She senses the impending thunderstorm from the change in the electric field surrounding the house. She starts pacing at the distant sound of rumble before the first dark cloud is visible. When the gloom pours over our home, she searches for relief in the corners, under the beds, or beside Mom. Calming cookies help ease the anxiety but not alleviate it.

While I see the glory of God in a majestic thunderstorm, Tammy sees the danger in the power and devastation that accompanies it. Ginger does not know God, nor does she understand the meaning behind the tempest. She only feels the stress of impending doom from one of nature's most intriguing experiences.

He Has Risen,

Danny Mac