Thor's Gift

I live for these days when I can hear the rain against the window panes, the rumble of thunder and the bright flash of lightening. Since I was a child the storms excited and thrilled me. My father would take me and my little sister out on the front porch to watch them. I loved the smell in the air, and the BOOM! I always held my ears, but not anymore. The other day I visited my grandmother and we were talking about rain. I confided in her that I loved storms, and she reminisced about how much my father loved them when he was a boy. She said he would run out to the back porch and just watch the sky. She demonstrated the look he had on his face; her eyes were wide open with a look of wonder and deep interest.