There’s nothing like a good storm when you’ve got somewhere safe to be. There’s something magical about it, something in you can feel when a storm is coming. There’s a shift that your senses pick up that you can’t really put into words.
Then it brings something out in you. Something primal, something comforting. A certain something that dates back to the beginning of time.
And don’t even get me started on a thunderstorm nap. The pitter-patter of the rain lulls you to sleep, and you no longer exist in this reality. Your dreams are more vibrant. Hell, sometimes there’s even a peaceful storm in your dreams too.
I love that rumble, crash, and flash that the lightning produces. Maybe storms exist just so God can remind you of His power.
Shout out to all thunderstorms out there man.