The air is still and quiet.Leaves fall from an ebony tree and rustle through a nearby park where parents gather their playing children, and head for their home. Glints of crimson sunlight are opaqued and eventually extinguished by the menacing storm clouds. Children rest their chins on cills as they star out the window.
Nothing stirs.
And then, a silent flash fills the sky. It's coming. One of the most raw and powerful sounds in the world.
I turn into a kid every time I listen to the gurgling roar of thunder, and that is no different in Taiwan. Every time I hear that sound I'm taken back to my grandparents house in Arizona where we used to sit on the back patio and watch the summer monsoon. I used to wonder how something so massive, so powerful, and so dangerous, could be so beautiful.
I experienced my first Taiwanese thunderstorm the other night, and though I may yet complain about the rain, I am constantly reminded that God is truly the perfect craftsman, and I thank him for making something so powerful, so beautiful, so... incredibly…
…awesome!
How well I remember those thunderstorms. I also thrill at the sound and sights and because we have that in common, I think of you at the first crack.
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ReplyDeleteI used to wonder how something so massive, so powerful, and so dangerous, could just…
ReplyDelete…rip your face right off!
How wonderful!! I am so proud of you for writing about your experiences thus far!! :D ps. I texted you! And emailed you, hope you got both!
ReplyDeleteI share that same love of lightning and thunder Ryan. In fact we had a great electrical storm last week. Grandpa Simmons immediately commented that " Ryan would love this storm". Little did we know that you were experiencing your own in Taiwan!
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