Thunder

    Last night a thunderstorm moved into the Atlanta area which will bring a rainy weekend to enjoy.  Sometime during the night I awoke briefly, just enough to lift me into a somewhat state of awareness but not enough to be fully awake.  As I was contemplating the time and thinking it was time to get up and enjoy a cup of coffee that is the highlight of getting out of bed, I heard a roll of thunder.   This comforting pleasant sound instantly pushed all thoughts of getting out of bed and quickly pushed me back down into the blissfulness of a protective sleep. 
    Thunder for me is like the gentle rocking a mother gives her infant child to soothe them into a lullaby of sleepiness.  I have a sound machine that plays a rolling thunderstorm that I turn on every night when I turn off the light.  Having lived in the mountains of Colorado for the past four years the true thunder has been non-existent or so rare and short lived it was just a tease.  There is no substitution for Mother Nature.  Mankind can never duplicate the trueness of nature and how it can alter your mood, change one's thinking or bring a smile to your face in a split second. Thunder is another gift from Mother Nature having returned to the South that I will cherish always.  I love the rain and thunder.