I love a good thunderstorm. I mean, a really good roar of thunder, the whip and crack of the lightning, and the small threat of something happening. I have always loved nature's way of reminding us of our human mortality. The intensity of the storm makes me wonder about my own intensity. I am a pretty intense person. I either give all of myself (to include my mind, body, heart) or absolutely nothing at all. Maybe this is why I am so in tune with the weather. Growing up in Oklahoma only intensified my own intensity. Watching the sky unleash the best and worst of itself taught me to do the very same. If I believed in past lives, I would swear I was a tornado. I have the timing of a tornado to be sure. I come in like a raging lion and once that mood has passed, then I am on to being as gentle as a lamb. Sometimes like the calm before the storm, I am just as quiet and seem to be gathering strength. How funny is that? The world around us provides us with so many answers to the secrets of life, and yet we are either too busy or too focused on something else, or too whatever to notice.
Of course, I am all about completely ignoring winter weather. Seriously, I would have been a bear in the previous life before being a tornado. I love to hibernate when the first leaf falls and not come out to sniff the perfect air until the week before Easter. That first daffodil smell would wake me up and make my heart beat faster in anticipation of the coming warmth. A perfect day for me is truly that day that wakes you up with the morning sun and a slight breath of air that whispers for you to make it to the porch. Once there, you prop your feet up and bask in the sunlight. You stay there with your morning drink of choice (sometimes water, sometimes coffee, and on glorious days a glass of Dr. Pepper) until the air caresses your cheek with a warm tone of gold and then you realize that your favorite book is over and still you sit. As the afternoon progresses, you realize that the summer storm is coming over the horizon and you smell the first rain drop kiss the greenest grass. THAT is a perfect day.
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