I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
I may look all calm and cool on the outside. But, thunderstorms make me a nervous mass of goo.
I know that sounds a little strange coming from someone who spent the first 25 years of her life in South Florida. I mean, in the summer, you can virtually set your watch to the 3:30 thunderstorms that roll through town. There are horrible booming bursts of thunder and about a billion gallons of water falling from the sky for about 15 minutes, and then as quickly as they came – they are gone – and the sky goes back to the bright blue and everything becomes even stickier from the humidity left behind. Ah! Nothing like feeling as if you have just stepped out of the shower and into your steamy bathroom – but, you are standing outside and you are fully clothed. It is sooooo refreshing (cue eye-roll).
I don’t know why I get so nervous. It’s not like I have been struck by lightning or something. Although, there was this one time when I was in junior high school (Go, Conniston Blue Devils!), that a lightning bolt hit the ground about 20 feet away from the portable classroom I was holed up in. Talk about scary!
Maybe it is a sensory overload thing. My ADHD makes me pretty sensitive to LOUD noises. Particularly unexpected ones.
Maybe it is that lack of control thing. Not that I am a control-freak (STOP LAUGHING! I’m not! I swear!), I just hate situations when I feel completely out of control. And that happens during thunderstorms. I don’t know what is happening – or what will happen – or for how long it will be happening. Everything is left up to the weather gods. Or Mother Nature. Or that damn water cycle.
Maybe it is that my father will send me messages saying, “Bad weather coming your way.” Keep in mind Daddy still lives in Florida. He goes on-line and checks the weather up here. Not that he notifies me of EVERY storm, but if he does, it is generally a doozie.
Maybe it is that I am worried that the storm will knock down one of the trees in my yard and it will fall on my house. Although, come to think of it – that might solve A LOT of my problems with my house! Heh heh… (Be gone before someone drops a house – er, um, a tree – on you, too.)
This afternoon brought one of those everything turns black and buckets of rain cascade from the sky and the thunder doesn’t just boom it BBBBOOOOOOOMMMMMMSSSSS!!! storms to the Atlanta area. The Monkeys are at the Monkey Daddy’s, so I had to brave it alone. That’s one nice thing about having children. You can disguise your own dislike of thunderstorms by pretending that you are cuddling with them to keep them from being afraid. So, I curled up with my laptop (which I remembered to unplug…like I need to be electrocuted by my laptop), played games on Facebook, and tried to not obsessively watch The Weather Channel. In about 45 minutes, the worst had passed – although, I can still hear thunder rumbling in the distance.
Another thunderstorm faced by Susan the Destroyer…
Uh oh – the sky is getting pretty dark again… more bad weather is on its way…
Gulp…did I just hear thunder?