I'm sitting in my living room watching a thunderstorm roll in. It's like hearing and seeing a battle. The bright, vivid flashes of light, the rumbling thunder, the strengthening wind, the smell of rain. When I was a kid, I was terribly scared of storms. Once I was in the bathroom during a storm, and poked my head into the window. Right at that moment, lightening struck very close by, scaring the daylights out of me, and sending me running back into my grandmother's living room. Back then, if a storm was coming, everything stopped. Everything. Baths, dinner, TV-watching. Stopped cold. Now, I'm on the computer, writing, watching the race, and looking out the window, marveling at nature.