Storms + Books = Peace

It has stormed quite a bit  here in Lexington these past few days.  Last night there was a tremendous storm around two o’clock this morning.  The thunder rumbled overhead and lightning danced in the sky.

When I was little I simply didn’t like storms.  The thunder and lightning made me jump.  Sudden movements caused such pain.  I dreaded feeling a storm coming.  Of course I didn’t tell hardly anyone because only babies were afraid of thunder storms.  No matter how hard I explained it to myself – in the end it was fear.

Then, one nice warm summer day I didn’t hurt so much and Mommy asked me to ask Daddy if he would like a cup of coffee.  I found Daddy outside on the front porch reading one of his beloved Zane Gray novels.  His jaw was full of chaw and his brass spittoon was close at hand.  He was the very picture of contentment.

As I was about to ask him if he would like some coffee, thus fulfilling the mission Mommy sent me on, there was a huge clap of thunder and I squeaked in surprise more than anything else.  Daddy looked up at me and smiled.  “Was that thunder?” he asked.  I said it was and came on out onto the porch.

“It is raining in the book and there is a big storm,” he continued as I neared.  “The rain just went perfect with the book.  Zane Gray can make you forget where you are when he talks about the country the story takes place in.”  I sat down beside him and we talked about books and reading.  Thunder rolled overhead and lightning flashed in the distance.  The storm wasn’t close enough to force us to go inside.

I stayed out there talking to him as the rain fell so long Mommy finally came looking for us, but even she joined us for a few minutes to enjoy the peace of the summer storm.  The coffee got cold in the cups.  The dog lounged on the porch with us.

Daddy told stories about when he was growing up.  I never tired of those stories.

Since then I haven’t been afraid of storms, or really dreaded them except for the extra pain aspect.  Reading while it’s raining or snowing is such a peaceful thing and has been for years and I owe it all to my Daddy.

About Henrietta Handy

I have returned home to the mountains. No more am I "a mountain-girl far from home." Diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis at 2 1/2, I understand pain, fatigue, laughter, joy, and love all while on crutches and in wheelchairs. This blog is just about me, mostly the writing side, but there are forays into so many different topics. I am married to a wonderful husband who puts up with my writing, knitting, yarn, with the love of a saint. We have fur babies, and one cat who rules us all.
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1 Response to Storms + Books = Peace

  1. Brian Bixby says:

    I remember as a kid watching thunderstorms roll across the lake when we went up to New Hampshire for two weeks near the end of summer. So I’m cautious about storms, but not afraid. Though I have to wonder how close to getting killed I was the time a lightning bolt slammed into the ground less than 20 feet from where I was standing.

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