Tuesday, January 08, 2008

Peacefull Skies

For about eight hours now, I have been feeling as if I am confined in a haunted house. As I walk through my home I see a silver glow coming through every crack in the draperies and golden crown shaped shadows bounce across the ceilings. The floors are squeaking and the walls are shaking. The cat is running from one floor to the other and back again as if being chased by a mouse twice her size. Noises from the yard make it seem as if the house is sitting in the middle of a field at Gettysburg with endless cannon fire rattling the china. Some ghostly hand is messing with both the satellite dish and the DSL. They work then don’t work, then work again only to repeat the cycle a dozen times more over the night. The lights keep going from light to dim and back again as well. If I did not know better I would say that someone is skipping from room to room playing jokes with my mind.

What is going on here you might ask? Well nothing more than one of the worst thunderstorms to come our way in a long while. Lots of wind and rain with lightening and thunder, plus some hail mixed in for good measure; all combining with the spooky shadows made by the crystal cut shade of the living room lamp, mixed with the still unfamiliar sounds of our new home.

The heavens have sure been giving us all they have to give tonight. I would not be surprised to learn that very few of my neighbors managed to get any sleep with the ruckus that this storm has been putting out. I’m also grateful for being a regular night owl because I’m sure that I would never have slept a wink tonight myself. I hate to admit this but, I do not like storms. Thunder always has me wanting to hide under the bed and lightening flashes give me the heebee jeebees.

At one point tonight my dear Frank was telling me that when he was a child his Mother would tell him that thunder was caused by an old man hauling an overloaded wagon of potatoes across the streets of the world beyond the skies and the noise was caused by the sound of the potatoes falling out of the wagon. My Mother liked to tell us that the thunder was caused by the angels having a bowling party in heaven. One of my friends used to say that thunder was caused by chariots racing on the cobblestone streets of heaven. Boy, parents sure have fertile minds when it comes to explaining nature to their young children, don’t they.

Regardless, I still hate storms. Now that the light is starting to peek over the horizon and the tornado warnings are about to expire I think I will take my overtaxed nervous system to bed. I’ll see if I can ignore what remains of the rain as it dances against the window panes.

Something tells me that tomorrow (well today now) the insurance agents will be overworked by new claims for hail damaged cars and missing roofing shingles combined with flooded basements, I just hope that I awake to find that we are not among them.

I will have to save this post until I awake and the DSL is back up but I wish you all a good night. May you sleep under peaceful skies.

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