Summer Storm

There's a storm raging out side my window
One of those summer storms that as quckly as it comes it goes
A grey backdrop with tiny lights fills my view
Every so often a streak of white lighting enters my field of vision
Then the sonic boom of crackling thunder enters my ears.
As my view gets more and more blurred by the hardening rain, I am reminded why i love thunderstorms so much.

Thunderstorms bring about much needed change.
They bring water when in drought,
They bring cool air when it's hot,
But most of all, summer storms remind me that i'm still alive.
It's great to hear someting as natural as a thunderclap outsound the man made world we live in.
When the boom of thunder replaces car horns and cell phones and the like.
When the rains come down replacing the foul stench of exhasut fumes or cigarette smoke.
Like fires in the forest, summer storms come every so often to clean out the impurities we've placed in the world.

And like the summer storm, how it comes and goes, so to does the pains of this world.
As quick and fierce pain comes in, it goes out,
Leaving the sun or moonlight to shine through til the next dawn or dusk.
It's all apart of the process...the circle of life if i can borrow that from Disney.

It is clearing up outside now.
The grey is departing.
Thunderclaps have softened.
Lighting getting a little dimmer.
The outside world is returning to normal.
Cars are moving, cell phones blaring, exhaust rising.
But for a moment, in all of it's rage and fury,
the summer storm brought a little peace.
A little peace to all of us.