It's Saturday, and I get to relax for a while. Plans are very uncertain. I want to visit my mom, but my son was invited to a graduation party and he doesn't have a license, and we have one car, so I'm also the chauffeur. Maybe he'll be able to get a ride back--it's about three miles away in a neighboring town.
Unsure about the weather, too. Supposedly it will be raining later on--maybe even thunder and lightning. Tomorrow, rain is forecast.
I like thunder and lightning. It's exciting. Around here, it's rare. The storms don't seem to like it around here--they go west of us and south of us, but it's like we're a rock in the middle of a stream--the water parts around it and goes on either side. Maybe it's our elevation, which is a little higher than the surrounding area. At any rate, it seldom storms around here.
That's too bad because I like storms. Not the scary, wild, dangerous storms, but I like the garden variety thunder and lightning, especially at night when I'm in bed. It's thrilling to witness this manisfestation of nature. We have some open country nearby, and sometimes when storms are approaching I take a drive out in the country to a place where there's an open field to the west and just enjoy the show.
Maybe the storms are a little friendly reminder to all of us that we're not so high and mighty as we think we are. Not compared to Mother Nature, which is way mightier than we can even imagine,
Maybe that's the real deity we should be in awe of and should serve. Pay attention, guys!
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