Thunderstorms

i don't like thunder.
the sudden crashing sound makes me want to curl down in bed, with my cat and try to block it all away.

it has always been like that.
melbourne storms are very different to the type of storms we got in Leigh Creek.
desert storms...

i remember distincly travelling back from Port Augusta at night after a day trip of shopping. or maybe we were even travelling back from Wyhalla... either way we were on the road back home.

a long road, surrounded by relativly flat plains covered in salt bush. the lower flinders rangers off to the right. flatness to the left.

it is dark.

usually you would be able to look out and see the vast array of stars. so beautiful, so majestic. something i take for granted living out in the middle of no where.
but not tonight.
pitch blackness. the only light the car high beams. sure there is other ethereal light that always seems to come from somewhere, but it is too faint to make any difference.

and then i spot it. or more to the point, the light lights up the entire area.
sheet lighting shooting across the sky. i look out the other window, i see the mountians lit up very breifly.

there is no rain.

the car is moving too quickly for me to hear the thunder. i am thankful of that. i am scared of the thought of fork lightning. we are the only metal object around. i dont want to die.

perhaps it is at this juvinile stage that i ask God for protection. or perhaps it is me looking back and trying to fill in the memory, with what i would do now.

somehow, amist all of the fear in me, and the awe at the storm, i fall asleep.


and now i wake, twelve or so years later. and that same fear fills me. no, not of lightning. and not even perhaps of dying.
but of the thunder. no, i do not fear the thunder. i dont know what about it i dont like.
its noise perhaps.
i know in my mind it is just clouds bumping into each other. and that it is all sound and cant hurt me, but the sound gives me goose bumps.


and so i snuggle down under my covers, the cat nestled next to me, and i try to sleep.
praying to god, asking god, begging god, to protect me, and to give me peace...





(and thankyou to you John, who uncovered my sillyness and showed me where the time and date setting was... and to you too bec, even though you were a little late with the info)

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