As I write this a storm is rolling in bringing with it rain, thunder and flashes of light. I love to stop and listen to a good strong rain pound against the rooftop. The lightning bolts sizzle through the air and the crashing of thunder demands our attention. As a child I was afraid of the noise, but my mom would say that the gods were just bowling. Rain is good, it washes away the dust and makes my garden grow. It’s refreshing and brings with it a key essence we need to live. The thunderstorm kicks up a sense of danger and then it is followed by a beautiful rainbow.