I've always been fascinated with the ferociousness of the weather. I was just sitting here watching the snow falling, which in itself is peaceful and suddenly thought back at how much I love a good summer thunderstorm with lightning flashing, the boom of thunder crashing and the rain blowing sideways. The closer and stronger the storm the better I like it.
While living out in the country, amid all the tall oak trees, I just couldn't help but go outside and take a walk during a good summer thunderstorm. I was never able to convince my better half to join me, so my trips were always by myself, but I got to love them that way...just me and my dog but eventually the dog had enough and would head back to shelter. The winds would blow so hard that the tall trees would sway and the pines and dogwoods would whip around and almost touch the ground while the rain would sting my face as it pelted me with great big raindrops, and occasionally with hail. The sight of lightning bolts and the loud crack of the thunder as it grew nearer and nearer always gave me the sensations of how it might have felt, long ago, before man knew how to build strong wood and stone shelters and eventually shelters underground to protect them against the stronger tornado.
I don't fully understand my fascination with extreme weather phenomena, I just know that I like it and love to be a part of it. I could dance and make love in the rain, that's how much I love it. And no I never took an umbrella with me, that just wouldn't be the same. I might as well stay on the porch and watch the storm from there if I had to take an umbrella. I think extreme weather is one of nature's beauties and it's used to cleanse the earth and make it new again. I've never known anyone that I could share my love of storms with, but maybe it's meant to be shared with no one. People tend to look at you funny when you say that you love violent storms, so it's always been something that I've kept to myself.
Laughter in the rain / Neil Sedaka