The heat has been almost unbearable in Birmingham, the kind of heat that leaves you feeling languid and sapped of any desire to move. We’re also in a partial drought, praying for a good soaking rain for over a week now. Today was supposed to be dry, with the heat index above 100 degrees. I had plans to work in the yard, but decided to lay down with the pups to read for a few minutes before jumping into what I knew would be a hot, sticky job.
Almost as soon as we got settled into bed, the skies opened, complete with strong winds and impressive thunder and lightning- a good ol’ thunder buster. Everything was so quiet and still in the house except for the pounding rain and rumbling thunder, almost hypnotic. I could almost hear the trees and flowers sighing in relief at the gift of the storm.
The storm had gifts for me, too; time to think through some things and write, time to bond with my dogs after being away on vacation…time to be a human being instead of always being a human doing. There will be plenty of time to work out in the heat- how nice to spend some time in quiet reflection, accompanied by the beautiful symphony of the storm.