You know how it seems that most people, whenever there’s cloudy gray weather, will talk about how they wish it was a bright sunny day? Well I’m not one of them. It *might* be at least a little bit different if I didn’t wear glasses and could wear proper, real, sunglasses. The reason I say that is because I have always been very sensitive to bright light and those bright sunny days that most people love so much hurt my eyes. Because of that, over the years I’ve grown to hate them.
The first thing that most people suggest when I say something like that is that I should just get myself some ray ban sunglasses and then I won’t have such a problem with bright sunny days.
The problem with that is I wear prescription glasses already. This means that regular sunglasses just aren’t going to work for me. The next thing suggested is that I could get the “clip on” version.
Yeah, I have “clip on” sunglasses and to a degree they work. However because they’re clip on, I don’t get the wrap around design that frankly would really do me a LOT more good.
Another, completely unrelated, reason that I would rather there was a really big thunderstorm going is simply that I freaking love thunderstorms. I always have. The mix of wind, rain, thunder and lighting can be a genuine wonder to behold. A true display of God’s might, out there for all to see and feel.
A lot of people, including several relatives, always tend to look at me like I’m some kind of lunatic Martian on drugs every time I say anything about liking thunderstorms.
I know that part of the reason for this is because I think that most people fear those storms. Some even have perfectly good reasons to fear them, having had some really bad experiences with severe storms and things like the occasional tornado that can develop in such storms of power.
Like I said. I know those things. I even understand the part about bad experiences and not wanting to ever even almost repeat them.
The fear however I do not understand.
I never have.
In my 51 years I cannot ever remember being afraid of a thunderstorm, even as a child. Oh, I’ve been startled occasionally by a bolt of lightning or an especially loud and close crack of thunder. I’ve even had lightning strike the ground less than ten feet from where I was standing. More than once.
In all that I can honestly say that I have never been afraid of any thunderstorm that I’ve ever been in. Even when said thunderstorm produces a tornado or six.
I don’t fear it. Rather I find the display of raw unadulterated power to be one of the most exhilarating things there is that a human can experience. This is a tiny glimpse into the power that formed all that there is. It is, in fact, nothing less than a thing of sheer ultimate beauty.
How can you not love that?!?
And they call it “weather”. Hmpth! That word hardly even begins to do it justice. Raw poetry is more like it.
There’s a weather front that is supposed to move through here in a day or two. The forecast is calling for thunderstorms.
It’s the same every time.
I feel like a kid again, looking up, waiting for the greatest show in all of creation to begin again.
I can hardly contain myself waiting for it.
God I love thunderstorms!
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