We live in tornado alley. Not as bad as Oklahoma where my daughters live, but our storms can pop up quickly and be severe if the conditions are just right. They are tonight.
I’ve got my eye on the radar on my phone. I’m not worried enough to give up watching the Hallmark Channel where they won’t interrupt for severe weather. I haven’t put on my shoes or bike helmet or put a comforter in the bathtub.
The rumble of the thunder is nearly nonstop. Bright streaks of lightning split the sky. It isn’t raining yet, which somehow make it more ominous.
Yet, instead of scary, it feels cozy. I remind myself we need the rain. Here’s my hopeful haiku for tonight:
Nourishing rain falls.
No hail or high winds follow.
Sweet, blessed, cool rain.