Humid air steams against my face, herbal and misty like a proper cup of tea. Mottled sunlight peeks in patches behind rough edged, steel gray clouds rolling higher and higher into the atmosphere. They are heavily burdened with a precipitation they must release, and only gain more power as the air surrounding them rapidly rises.
The cool mountain breeze flying upward to herald the approach of a stronger storm is my cue to shuffle my bare feet off the damp boards on my porch and back inside where I can try to settle in for the storm that was inevitably coming.
Nestled under a cozy blanket, I see the product of negatively charged particles discharge in a furious, blinding blaze. The flash is far hotter than the sun, and the dissonant thunder that follows is the sound emitted from its negative blast.
Crackling from synapse to synapse, the hot lightning moves at a much quicker pace than the thunder, but the thundering thoughts come rolling through right afterwards. The louder they roar, the more fear provoking they are.
The further away the strikes become, the quieter the thunder follows until all is left still and fragrant.
My daughter crawls into my lap, and I hold her tight and whisper “Even though it’s loud, it passes. The thunder can’t hurt you.”
Happy Friday, loves!