We are having a bout of hot weather and lightning storms before the arrival of autumn.
I love the sound of lightning.
No, I don’t mean thunder. I don’t like thunder. It sounds ominous and threatening and downright mean.
But lightening…the flash in the distance. The moments of silence.
The beauty without the boom.
It’s seems to be a revelation before an announcement a power has arrived.
It reminds me of little gleams of insight. Glimpses of pure truth
before the racket and fuss distracts us from the light.
How often is the truth this simple.
Backlighting the clouds
helping us to see what lies behind.
Rarely the need to cover our ears.