herskin's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Her Storm Another hurricane is hitting Texas as I write this. Hundreds of miles away in the comfortable safety of my Midwestern office, I almost commented on the seemingly crazy weather people who are outside as the winds pick up and rains crash down. Then I remembered that I'm from a place where we regularly go outside to watch tornadoes as they come in. What is our fascination with seeing these things as they happen? Logic should dictate that we should be tucked safely inside in an effort to get shelter from the torrential storm. Instead, we stand on our porches and decks, in our yards and lawns, watching as destruction rolls on in. I love a good thunderstorm as much as the next person. It's been long known that weeks of rain don't bother me a bit. I live for that electric feeling just before a storm when all your hairs stand on end and you can just feel the sky opening up. I could do without all the hysterics of severe weather like high winds and hail, but I do love thunder and lightening. I love the smell of storms. I love the steady hum or rain falling against my window pane. And the storm rushes in, but it makes me feel like I'm alive again. Well, sometimes in our lives, we need the pain. ("Storm" - Heather Nova) 10:10 AM - 07.23.08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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