This afternoon was beautiful. This evening the storm clouds came rolling in and the darkness came with it. It’s loud and the lightning brings bright flashes. I know that some find these storms beautiful and inspiring. I do not.
I am sitting here in candle light with ear plugs in and a pen in hand. Storms to me feel very angry. It’s like I am outside looking in to the soul of pure anger. I am the observer. I am not angry and yet I can feel anger. Odd.
These storms are alarming to me. Still I know they can not last forever and what will be, will be.
I often wonder how much the nature of weather affects my thoughts and feelings.
I wanted to add something from youtube and was shocking that they had hours of recorded thunderstorms for relaxing. I will just leave it as is.