Tuesday, June 15, 2010
I do not like thunderstorms. I do not mind rain, but I can live without the lightening and thunder. We have been having a lot of them over the past few weeks. The rain is good for the grass, flowers and the garden, but not for my nerves. My mom has said that I act like my grandfather, when storms come. Maybe he knew something that we don't. Sometimes I try to think of the childhood tale was told me, of that lightening was the angels dancing, the thunder was God clapping for them and the rain was God tears of happiness. If worked to calm me as a child, really not working as an adult. As we speak, I am forcing myself to stay awake to watch the news until the thunderstorm warning expire, which I hope is in a few minutes. I really need to get over it, but I hope at sometime tonight I am able to get some rest. Good blogging friends.