Storms of Moberly

Tonight (and some today) we've had intermittent storms. There are outstanding storms here with noise and fury to be respected. I went outside to try to get some pictures of lightening but of course, we're in between storms and it's bedtime. When I visited the Oregon coast a few years ago, I was at a fair in Eugene, and there was a big clap of thunder. Everyone cheered and the drum circle beat louder in celebration. My friends explained to me that such a thing was not common. In Chicago, there were storms but I recall lake effect snow with more clarity. Growing up in Ohio, I remember sitting on the big front porch with Dad watching the rain and storms - we liked them. But honestly, these mid-Missouri storms are big and loud and what a storm should be if it's a storm to be the subject of prose. They earn that right. I know I'll be getting to sleep in a little while when the next one rolls in and I'll awaken a bit and feel good somehow. Right now I consider the electricity going out or lightening striking a tree but when I awaken to a storm, I don't overthink it - I just enjoy going back to sleep to the rumbling of thunder and the little flash-flashes of lightening.