  I was sitting here at my computer tonight when I heard some thunder roll outside. I was a little surprised because it was such a beautiful day today, with no sign of rain. For some reason tonight, after hearing that thunder, I had to go out side. It was almost as if God was saying, "Come, listen to me. Hear my power. " I love thunderstorms. Ever since I was a kid, I've loved thunderstorms. I love the light show that lightening provides. I marvel at how loud thunder can get as the storm gets closer and closer. I love the sheets of rain that pour out of the sky.
The sound of that rain pelting the roofs, the pavement, the puddles that the rain already created, the sound of the rain in the eavestroughs, draining down the pipes. I love it all. I can remember as a teenager just sitting in my bedroom with the widow open watching and listening to the t-storms for what seemed like hours.
I remember once, when I was a young kid, visiting friends of the family. They lived on Balsam Ave., near Gage Park in an old house with a large covered veranda, much like the house I live in now. I remember thinking how cool it was to sit outside during a storm. To be so close to it. To hear it better than you do inside the house. Yet I was still sheltered; not getting wet. That was the beginning of my fascination. And to this day, I still like to just go outside, and enjoy a good thunderstorm.
For some reason, it gives me peace. A kind of meditation. And the feeling has grown further since I found God almost 5 years ago. And I sensed Him tonight. I prayed to Him. And as fast as the storm came, it went again. And I had to come in and get this out of my head and into the computer... 
