storm

I finished my run just as the storm started; my tired steps chased by the flash and rumble.

I stood at my front door and watched the rain and the wind pick up and felt like a modern day Moses after ascending Mount Sinai

I don’t think I’d like dying from lightning.

Within minutes the rain was coming down so hard that the gentle slope of the road had turned into a gushing river, rushing heedlessly past storm drains and over curbs. The thunder shook my front step and I felt perhaps it was time I retreated indoors.

But I didn’t.

When I was a kid my dad taught me that if you count the seconds between the flash of lightning and the clap of thunder one could tell how many miles away the storm was. My count didn’t make it past one. I felt slightly sorry for my car sitting in the drive, caught in the wind and rain.

And so I sat on my step and watched the sky strife and torrent of rain. I sat and recovered from my run and watched the battle of noise and flash and felt its power and pondered that one word from Him could restore blue sky.

It was done before.