Last night a thunder storm rolled into town. I couldn’t believe the force of the Thunder, the amazing lightening display and the abundance of hard rain pouring down. It was both beautiful and frightening at times, as the thunder cracked and shook the house in it’s tremendous power. I thought of my Grandmother as I sat there cuddled up under my blankets. Grandma hated Thunderstorms and would go into her room and hide under the covers until the storms were over. I used to think that was so funny when I was a child, hearing that an adult was afraid of a storm. Now that I live out here where Grandma used to live, I’m amazed by the force of the rain on the prairies. It’s much more intense than in the city where there are many buildings and houses to absorb some of the sound volume. I admit I was a bit freaked, but felt close to my Grandma in some small way as well as I cuddled up waiting for the storm to pass.