I love thunderstorms in the winter. The lightning and the snow make a combination which makes me look at nature with renewed awe and amazement. The snow from this weekend is quickly becoming slush and the entire day was so foggy it was hard to see across the street. Mother Nature is so mysterious and wondrous.
The sound of my children sleeping, the deep methodical breaths, blends so perfect with the raindrops hitting the house. As a child, I hated thunderstorms, but I have grown to like them (having a basement helps, I have to admit). I don't want to pass my fear of storms on to my children, but I do want them to understand the power of them. Rob's grandfather...his father's dad...was killed by lightning before Rob's dad was born. This story has always saddened and strangely fascinated me since I've never know anyone hurt by lightning before.
Safe inside the house, I find the winter storm poetic and comforting.