I used to be in awe of storms. I would stand out in them and watch the lightning run across the sky and feel the thunder rattle my teeth. I loved it.
In the past year I would like to say that I have come to respect storms more but, in reality, I have to admit that I have become fearful of them and what they can do.
We watched a possible tornado start above the field next to our house last year. At least that’s what we thought it was and we were under watch for a tornado. I have others to watch over now and I am fearful of losing them. Yeah, that’s where the fear comes from.
Since then I can’t have peace until the storm has passed. But I still wouldn’t have something this beautiful without the storm.
Searching The South 