minalisms

For the past 45 minutes the night sky has lit up every second or two. There are so many lightning strikes that the thunder often cannot keep up. The intervals of lightning are so close, in fact, that the thunder sounds like a steady, continuous growl.

I arrived home safely despite the treacherous 30-minute drive from work, which usually takes just 10. The raindrops were so heavy that their thuds against the car drowned out the booming thunder. My windshield wipers were springing feverishly side to side as the humidity crept over the glass, clouding my vision.

Nights like this remind me how much the Midwest is still a foreign land to me. The torrential downpours, the balls of hail, the sleet and snow, and, as mentioned already, the springtime thunderstorms.

It’s weather like this that personally introduces me to nature’s strength and my own weakness. It reminds me of relativity between big and small. I am a mere speck under a limitless sky.