Calm before the storm

There is nothing more beautiful to me then a storm. When the sky begins to darken, even though it should still be light out. When the light breeze that was blowing earlier, turns into a strong wind that dropped a few degrees. When you hear the first faint rumble of thunder in the distance. This is my favorite moment. A time when I can sit by the window, with the blinds pulled up. Watching as the storm moves in. There is nothing like it.

There is a peace right before it hits. Where all seems to stop. The only thing that you see is the evidence of the wind. The only thing you feel is the chill that runs up your spine. And before you know the rain begins to fall from the heavens. At that point everything seems to be moving in slow motion. You watch as the first raindrop falls and hits the pavement. After that, you're pulled back into reality and you can enjoy the show that is being put on for you by nature.

When I was younger the nursery rhyme that told the "rain to go away, come back another day," was probably the most annoying thing for me to hear. Why would anyone wish the rain to go away? Who doesn't enjoy the sound of rain as it taps on your window as if wanting to be let in? I love the rain. I love storms. Whoever told the rain to go away, had it all wrong. They clearly didn't appreciate it for what it is. The rain is a transition. It brings with it life, and a sense of newness.