This week has been quite the potpourri of weather. The skies have been discontent, leading to an unleashing of all sorts of violence- storms, flash flooding, tornado warnings, and Thursday's soup du jour-snow! We were awakened on two separate nights this week by thunder and lightening (or rather, our dog's reactions to them) and caught off guard by the fact that our phones send blazing alerts at 3 o'clock in the morning about flash flood possibilities. The wind freaked me out two days straight as the giant trees towering over our house swayed and casted shadows in our windows. "Impaled by massive limb during sleep" is not how I pictured going down.
Despite fearing for our lives and the stability of our house, I can't help but be amazed at God's majestic show. I can pretend to be annoyed about waking up in the wee hours of the morning to flashes of lightening and my dog backing her butt up over and over into my face, but I can't help but find it a little romantic- listening to the rain lash against the window, laying as close as possible to my husband (he can catch the tree in time if it falls through the roof, right?).
Way back when it was just my mother and me, we would watch storms all night long. In fact, my earliest memory is being in a blue onesie, on the couch snuggled up to my mom as the lightening lit up the sky. People aren't suppose to remember that far back, but I guess that is just how much I've always enjoyed storms.
Most people become antsy about being at work on a day of sunshine, but you can always find me stealing a few minutes to daydream out the nearest window while it's pouring down rain. I immediately become homesick for lounging near a picture window while curled up with a blanket, coffee, my invasive puppies and a good book.
I wouldn't want weather like this all year long but I sure can't fathom the boredom of eternal sunshine.