I am deeply in love with thunderstorms.
I miss them in winter, so much so that I have to go to rainymood.com to soothe the absence.
I am unsure why I love thunderstorms so much, but I imagine it must have something to do with the fact that I've always equated them with God.
I remember being little, shorter than the counter tops, hearing the thunder, seeing the lightning. During particularly close, forceful storms, every time the lighting flashed my siblings and I would say, "Wow!" and wait for the thunderclap, counting the seconds.
My Mom would point us to God, his power, his authority over creation, and his compassion for us. We would discuss the science of storms, and the Source of them, so I did not feel fear, but fascination.
The rain and thunder represent compassion and strength, bringing life, and humility. I am nothing compared to a thunderstorm; the thunderstorm is nothing compared to its Creator. The lightning flashes, the rain pours, and the thunder booms out of some necessity to praise the God of the heavens and the earth.
I hear you, thunderstorm, and I love you deeply.
You remind me of my Heavenly Father, who loves me deeply.