Thunder

As I get ready for work, a thunderstorm is just beginning. The sky lit up with fire, and the air rumbled under the thunder's roar. I have always loved thunder storms, as far as I can remember, enchanted and entranced by that cosmic jig. There is something inherently mischievous and very alive in a thunderstorm, and it imparts that mood to me as well. So, now, I am glad to be awake.