Memories

Thunderstorms

I remember the crashes hitting against my window. Lights flickering on and off through the curtains. Thunder drumming along to the beat of my fingers tapping across the keyboard. Waves of a powerful light dancing. It feels that it will never stop.

I remember I used to be afraid of storms. I am still a little fearful of thunder. Rain however, is different. In short, I am not afraid, and never was, afraid of rain. Not even lightning. It was the inhuman moans of the sky that had scared me. I was almost struck by lightning once, I didn't even flinch. I was more scared of thunder. I never really figured out why. A distant thunderstorm was peaceful to me. A small rumbling never scared me. Quiet thunder never harmed me. Loud thunder, though, I was always afraid. I never found out why either.

I almost don't want to know why. I don't need to. I can appreciate the knowledge that I have now, and appreciate the thunder and lightning now.

I remember almost getting stuck by lightning. I was more amazed by the great power it had. I wasn't even scared. We were going home from picking up food from the nearby store. I had gotten out of the car and was staring in awe at the lightning near the trees nearby. I turned around and saw the light in front of me. Only for a second. It was almost like a wave of heat  came over me a second later. I wasn't scared. My mother on the other hand didn't even see it,  she was already inside the house. When I told her she didn't believe me. I understand though, I would have a hard time believing it as well.

I remember the next day was still raining. The occasional thunder would dance in the sky. It was peaceful. I sat on the porch for what felt like hours. Eventually the thunder left and I was alone with rain.

I remember the storm while typing this on my keyboard. Lying in bed when my eyes should be shut. Instead the light would come though my window lighting the room up for a moment or two. Tonight I cannot see the moon, but I can see powerful lights dancing across the skyline.

How strange. Never being afraid of the most dangerous part of storms, and to only be afraid  of the noise it creates. It is very strange to be afraid of it only if it is loud. Not when lightning almost hit me, but when I heard it clashing in the distance. That scared me. It is indeed strange. At least, to me.