A couple of hours have passed since one large, booming thunderstorm hovered over my bedroom. More likely it was over the whole city, but it felt like it was just my bedroom. I had 45 minutes before my alarm would sound but got up anyway. Concerned that I may have left a window open somewhere, I headed to my little side porch off the kitchen. Sure enough, I had not only left one open BUT I also left my poor kitty out there all night!!!! My sweet Cricket loves to snooze on the little spot I fixed for her, she watches the world pass and relishes time on her throne while the breezes swirl about her. Oh, I felt so bad knowing I had not noticed her last night when I locked up before bed! Lesson learned, I will double-check every night now…
Something about a thunderstorm exhilarates me. The power, energy and all of the rain which usually accompanies it. They shake up the world, cleanse it, give it life, it’s a force that can’t be ignored.
My father was terrified of thunder and lighting. He would always banish us to the basement during a storm. My dad was one of thousands who fought in Rhineland during WWII, he was creative, hard-working, sensitive, loved his 5 daughters to death and could hold his own with just about anyone. But throw in a thunderstorm and he’d melt like butter. I have always wondered if he feared them because his aunt (in Italy) was struck by lightning and killed. I wonder if his mother ( my nonna ) was the one who put the fear in him. It was her sister who had been killed. Not sure and will never know but I do wonder sometimes. My dad and I shared many of the same characteristics except for thunderstorms, so long as I am under protective cover I love a big booming thunderstorm.
One little plus to this mornings event is that I don’t have to water all of my plants! Weather reports are calling for 90’s today, my many pots and flowers will be so happy. Cricket on the other hand is still mad at me…….
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