Storms Rolling Through Me and Otherwise

I love watching storms. I was jealous when it was past our town to another. I watched the lightening strikes and thunder after it had hit us and I was jealous. I wanted it to be here.

A certain psychotherapist might say that it's a reflection of my desire to be 'there'. To be elsewhere. Where I feel in the storm, in the midst of it. The desire to always be within the action or drama.

Another person might tell me I just love storms. That I love watching the lightening on a visual level.

I do find it fascinating. Storms, that is.

Is it reflective of my personal reality or merely a fascination of the eyes?

I guess I don't know but I know I enjoy night storms immensely.

I love the pounding of the rain. I love the cast of the lightening. I love the boisterous reply from the storms. Maybe I just love the silence of it all in a way from the world.

I don't know. It probably doesn't signify anything but I think about it every time a storm rolls by; which by and of itself is extremely reflective for me.

 

I love storms too......
For whatever reason......
Where I live we very rarely get thunderstorms- We get wind storms alot in the fall and winter which is always extremely exciting. My husband is also a weather junkie so it is alot of fun to anticipate the storm and when it comes run out and feel nature's incredible force.....
I am jealous when one misses us and I am jealous of you living in an area with crazy scary thunderstorms

 

I get my best sleep during thunderstorms

 

Ive always loved storms. Love monsoon season here...typhoon season. I have always absolutely loved the rain. It's kind of sadly ironic, becaus whenever I enjoy signal number 1 in my city, it is signal no 3 in the province or outskirts of my country and there are deadly landslides and flooding.
Such is the beauty , and the wrath of nature.

 

It's storming right now. I'm more than a few hundred miles east of you. I wonder if I'm now amist the action that left you behind.