The lightning dances across the sky and the thunder roars its warning.
The storm breaks.
Rain hammers down upon the roof.
I gaze out the window, a small child of humanity swimming in a flood of memory.
I remember the transitory majesty of my midwestern home,
As awesome as any Northwest mountain, yet so fleeting.
I remember watching vast power rolling over my head and feeling covered by the protective hand of its Master.
I remember mad dashes from shelter to shelter, trying to keep dry...
wait a minute...
I hate getting wet and I still have to get in my car and go home.
Why the heck am I getting nostalgic?