It’s thundering and lightning outside. I think I love that sound. It’s what tells you there’s a real rainstorm going on. Not one of those little showers you get all the time, and always forget. Or try to forget.

I don’t know why, but it reminds me of this one time when I was on a walk around the neighborhood with my mom, my sister and my neighbors. I was sitting in the stroller (yes, a very long time ago) and looking up at the sky. It was very dark and angry looking. Lightning was striking the the sky, crackling, and sort of bleeding yellow light into the black.

I remember asking about how often — pronounced with a silent T; I’ve got to start remembering that — lightning strikes trees and people. I don’t recall being scared or not. Hmm.

And now it’s sunny.