There is something about thunderstorms that just makes me want to watch in awe. The lightening. The thunder. There is just something magical about nature sometimes. She can be beautiful while being dangerous, mysterious, and yet so timid.

I would much rather prefer to sleep to the sound of the rain falling, with perhaps just a rumble of thunder in the distance, and lightening to set the mood of a quaint introduction to my night's edition of dreams for better or worse. The rain seems to wash away the day's troubles, or at least the 'dirt' that has accumulated in my life if just for a mere flash of an instant.

We recently had a massively tall evergreen cut down as it towered several dozen feet in the air. How sad to look outside my window and see the stump that is the reminant of such a tall majestic tree. The neighbors were happy to see it come down, but looking into the now bare lot in our yard, it is empty, yet waiting for a new seedling to take root once again, to be nourished by the rain that taps endlessly on my roof.

The thunder is beckoning me at this witching hour. The night was made to enjoy, to tip toe in darkness. Even now as the rumbles of thunder are distant then closeby, I will be serenaded by natures music into a dreamscape created by my own imagination