I love thunderstorms. There's something about the power of the thunder, the beauty of the lightening, the sound of the rain that makes me marvel. Perhaps it reminds me of the storms in my life...the sometimes scary, but often beautiful things that, when they pass, leave behind peace and calmness and a sense of security. For me, the rain is such a vivid picture of the old things being washed away and the hope of a new moment, a fresh start, the chance to begin again.
But oftentimes thunderstorms make me wish for someone to snuggle up with. When I let my mind go there, it is often those little things that I miss the most. Well, maybe not miss, but wish for... a hand to hold, someone to cook dinner with or for, a kiss, someone who looks at you "that" way, laughter...
Only when I let my mind go there, my heart goes there and then I start longing for the real things that are part of relationships...
So instead, I choose to let the thunderstorm be the reminder to cherish the little things, to love full out whenever given the chance, to give instead of take, to laugh instead of cry, to be thankful...
