Yesterday, we had a pretty decent thunderstorm. Rolling thunder, crackling lightning, pouring rain… the whole show.
This may seem a little strange but, when we have weather like this, I like to pretend I’m a witch that has power over the elements. I walk outside with the wind whipping my hair across my face, feeling the warm air mixing with the cool, and hearing the sky growling down at me in warning, and I instantly become a super-cool witch with a name like Faith, Gabriella, Willow, Celeste, Piper, Phoebe, or Prue. I’m able to control all this intense weather with just my thoughts, or maybe a flick of my gaze. I’m ready to spread my arms out and yell at the sky to do my bidding. I speak Latin, because all the really good witches speak Latin, and I say a very powerful spell that will make the lightning strike around me and the sky open up and start raining frogs.
But then I realize I’m in my front yard like an idiot in the middle of a downpour, and the neighbors will probably be calling the local asylum to pick me up any minute. I check back into reality and get the HECK inside! I could get hit by lightning, for goodness sake! 😉
photo courtesy of Getting There