I heart thunderstorms.

Last night it thunderstormed something awesome. About fucking time.
It's been so damn hot these last couple of weeks, I can feel my brain swelling and sweating.
I sweat in bed. I sweat in the kitchen. I sweat in the shower.
And I know it's been hot most places, some sort of climate change or something or other, but enough already...
Stop using hairspray. Stop driving with the AC on and the windows down. Stop making me sweat.
I remember watching Texan thunderstorms as a child in the garage with my father. We’d open the garage door and sit in lawn chairs just inside, just out of the rain. Those were the days before thunderstorms were needed. Those days, as a child, thunderstorms just happened, like anything else, and they weren’t exactly miraculous. But in a way, they were.
I’d keep time from thunder to lightening to estimate the location of the storm’s center. Three miles away, two miles away, one mile away, and then practically simultaneous thunder and lightening.
These days, I feel like I need a good thunderstorm every once in a while. I think we all do.
Because even if they lack the miraculousness they had during childhood, they still bring a sense of peace and rest with their chaotic and violent ways. With high temperatures like this, the violence of a storm is soothing relative to the static, stifling heat that keeps you from enjoying yourself.
At least during a thunderstorm, you can feel like a kid again.