Love of thunder

I don’t know about you, but I’ve always loved a good thunderstorm. Well, for my adult life anyway. I’m not sure I can recall one way or another how I felt about them as a child. Something about the sheer power on display during a thunderstorm is fascinating to me.

I’m not saying I’m about to take up storm chasing, although, I’m not not saying that either. I tend to appreciate a good storm from a place of relative safety. I can’t count the times I’ve sat out the back of my house and watched as a thunderstorm rolled past in the distance or how many times we’ve been smack in the middle of the swirling…