Thunderstorms!

Thunderstorms. Some love them, like me; some hate them, like mom. But where does that come from?

I personally think for me its because there was a thunderstorm when I was born in the Midwest "in the 1900s" lol

Maybe its because a thunderstorm makes me realize that I am just a very small part of this world, of this life.  On the other hand, I feel energized when a storm rolls through. 

There was a thunderstorm two nights ago, and I woke up, listened for about two minutes, and went right back to sleep, comforted. 

I asked AL about it, and was told about ions changing in the atmosphere, how the rain in the desert smells from creosote, and then we ended up talking about a wide range of random things.  It was amusing and informative.

But then I settled in to watch a movie, Striking Distance, and had to ask about the stars. Turns out I was confusing Bruce Willis and Donnie Wahlberg.  

But the disturbing part:  he told me that this was a good movie to curl up with a Diet Coke and watch during the rainstorm. *blink*blink* 

How did you know Diet Coke was my drink of choice and that I had just opened one? I asked him.

I was told he thought it sounded good.

*blink*blink*  

should I be worried??????

Yesterday's sunset looks like windows!