I find the rolling of thunder to be so calming and beautiful as I sit in my giant white cozy chair that is reserved for only me. The dog is not allowed up with me in this chair and neither are the kids as I hope to keep the whiteness pristine, a shining beginning of an all white home I hope to have some day. The thunder rolls, and I can almost feel the breeze on my face as if instead of hearing the thunder I can feel it blowing by, consistently whipping the strands of my hair that refuse to stay in my neat pony tail. My dog stands at the window trying to talk to the thunder with his low guttural growls. “This is my home, and you are not welcome,” he lets it know. And the thunder rolls its eyes and answers by opening up the clouds.
Rain in Oklahoma never seems to start slowly, one drop at a time slowly picking up speed as it is sometimes shown in movies giving the actors time to take cover. Instead the rain reminds me of how I used to feel as a teen when I would play the piano. I would drill through a couple of loud demanding scales warming up my fingers for what I knew what was coming next, a barrage of crazy notes flying from my fingers as I opened up my emotional fire hose drowning out the angst of my teen filled day. That is what rain in Oklahoma is like. Thunder comes slowly rolling in commanding your attention, and then suddenly with every ounce of force that a rain cloud can muster you are enveloped with its wetness as if you have chosen to jump up into the rain cloud itself.
Thunder is passionate and forceful. It is loving and bossy. It is strength at its finest and intimidating to the weak among us. It is outside, and I am inside sinking deeper into my cozy white chair, listening to the thunder and knowing what is about to come.
Kelly Kinkaid, professional blogger and freelance writer, enjoys writing about such topics as stretching a dollar, personal finance, diet and fitness, and living a life well lived. She spends all of her spare time in her many roles including but not limited to soccer, basketball, swimmer, band, and piano mom, runner and wife. You may contact her via e-mail kellyology(at)gmail(dot)com.