I have always been fascinated with thunder. It is chaos incarnated.
Thunder’s little sister, the wind, is dancing, playing, singing about the approach of her brother. She is warning the frightened little people to take cover indoors and cower and hunker down until her brother has said his peace.
I will walk out into the thunderstorm and stand with my face turned up in the rain and commune with the universe. Somehow I feel so much at peace, so connected, when thunder surrounds me like a cloak. I feel like it is my friend and peer and we communicate wordlessly, silently, ragingly.
