While I do love winter and the blankets of snow and chilly weather, the two good things about spring and summer are the flowers and the storms. On Ostara there was a lovely storm and right now there is another one! Some of my fondest memories are of storms. Yes, I used to get scared when they got bad and still do(major fear of tornadoes!) but for the most part they're calming. The thrumming of heavy rain, the wind, and, most of all, the thunder and lightening.
Georgia has some of the best storms in my memory. We lived on an Air Force base and it was actually rather dull where we were. The best thing there was the wooded area behind the house, which was a conglomeration of backyards of a large block of houses. This place had a dried up stream that would fill up with a heavy rain and enough trees to play hide-and-seek when need be. We lived at the top of Hill Street which was obviously a hill. There were a few times the rain got bad and there was flooding but we were lucky enough not to be in danger.
During the thunder storms I would sit under the carport with my father and just watch the lightening. I don't remember the conversations we had but I believe they had to do with science and nature, which was appropriate. A few summer storms my sisters and I actually ran into the down pour and played around. Bare feet and sundresses that quickly got way too heavy. The only bad thing about playing in a summer storm is going into a house that has the A/C going. Talk about chilly!
Well this storm tonight has been special. Some cases of heavy falls and big gusts of wind. I told Grendal I had the urge to run around outside but I wasn't. He asked me why and I told him I'd get cold, plus I didn't want my inner child to win. Grendal told me to go ahead, we have towels and its rather cozy inside. That was enough for me. I slipped on my sandals and hurried outside. Yeah, cold rain isn't as fun as the rain from the middle of summer but I still enjoyed it.
An odd thing happened and it my just be a coincidence but it was thrilling to me. I stood there, eyes closed and face turned skyward, and enjoyed the rain. All I could think was that this was so rejuvenating. The moment those thoughts were, well, thought there was a huge flash of lightening(the kind that makes it seem like its noon) and a deep roll of thunder. I kind of took that as a 'your welcome' from my storm God of a patron. :)