I was just looking out over the fields, enjoying the feel of being somewhere rural. A man cut his grass and the smell blew past me. Farm fields rolled up and down over the hills and into the valley below. The misty clouds started to form and rise from between the hills, a place I couldn‘t see. The gray mist started to form into clouds before my eyes, the whole mass slowly moving nearer. The sweet smell of coming rain enveloped me. Lightning started to flash, maybe 4 or 5 miles away. I would catch flashes here and there, all in my range of vision, and the drops of rain started to come down.
I leaned on a fence, as the drops got heavier and the lightning more frequent. I took my hands off the metal of the fence. The thunder took over the whole sky, booming like a huge drum, the clap fading away into bassy reverberations that shot back and forth across the sky. The flashes got closer, and they tore down in jagged streaks of azure, electric blue. So violent and beautiful at the same time. I had the desire to run out in the rain, getting soaked to the bone, and also retreating to the car to be grounded in case being hit by lightning. I did both. Inviting and frightening, the most awesome display of nature. It was all around me, I could feel the electricity. Lightning struck down and the furious rip of thunder was immediate. The chaotic and random and powerful and dominating force was right above me. A thrill, a humbling.
A deer chewed on grass, not bothered by the awesome show above her, the rain pounding on her back. Mist rose above the fields as the rain filled the sky with moisture and it reacted with the soil. I was part of this, and I am grateful.
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