Thursday, October 8, 2009

Taken by storm

I welcomed the lightning as I inched along roads I know like the back of my hand, now seeming unusually unfamiliar. Blinding rain sheeted my car. Rivers of water rushed over the road. I prayed for safe arrival.

Normally, I like a good rain storm. I like to sit back and listen to the thunder bounce off the Ozark Mountains around me. The sound is soothing to my soul. I sometimes turn off all my lights just to see the light show going on outside.

Tonight was very different though. Tonight the storm was rough and mean like a bully pushing through a crowded room. You could feel the effects, but you couldn't see which way it was coming from.

I let out a deep sigh as I pulled into my garage. (I think I might have actually been holding my breath.) The comfort and safety of home. My sanctuary. What a relief.

1 comment:

  1. I used to love it when my dad would drive us through thunderstorms to my grandmother's house so we could check on her. We lived by the beach so when the storms were really bad the water would crash over the jettys and onto the street, hitting the cars on the road.

    As an adult I can't imagine how hard it was to drive through it. I don't know that I could've done it. I love thunderstorms, but like you, I like them from the safety of my house!


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