We're not alone

Photo by These fleeting moments.

A stormy afternoon, I was awake in bed. Listening to the thunder outside the window, I realized that I had always loved the thunder. Not the lightning but the thunder. Sometimes, it's loud but sometimes, it's just a mild rumble. I laid still, with my room windows closed, I could feel the strong wind gushing through. And then I listened carefully, the thunder made me feel calm. Since young, I had always enjoyed the coming of the storm, the sound of thunder sort of announced that the world is not alone. As if a huge party is coming. A deep voice telling me that everything is alright. A good company, I appreciate when I'm on my own, calm enough to actually listen. How often can I do that? To settle down calmly and really listen?

Anyway, I love the thunder and the thunder brings rain.

I love God's creation.