Some days ago, I found myself walking outside with our daughter. Autumn was upon us. The days were getting shorter and it was not too long before dusk would set in. In the distance on one side of us, the sky had all kinds of vibrant colors and vague soft clouds. On the other side, it was darker with heavy clouds. A breeze was picking up blowing wind over our heads and making the little hair my daughter has dance. It was clear a storm would be over us within the next hour or so. I felt noticeably excited.

I love storms.