There was a massive storm over our city last night. It woke me at 1.45am and I could not go back to sleep.
Not because I was scared. I could not go back to sleep because I wanted to watch. Watch the lightning, the spectacle. It amazes me. I find it beautiful. So I sat there and watched the lightning strike and listened to the thunder.
And it took me back. Back to the days in summer when the air was thick and you could tell that there will be a storm. Back to the days, when the storm finally started, taking away this pressure in the air, the heaviness of it. My mom and I sat at the window together, watching and admiring the power and beauty of the spectacle unfolding in front of us. This dark grey sky and the black mountains looking rather scary in the back. The lightning, the rain, the thunder. The power! And we were in the middle of it. Safe and sound inside, watching through a window. Not being scared. Feeling safe.
Last night’s storm moved on about half an hour after I woke up and I went back to sleep, only to be woken up again by another storm cell in the morning. This time with my little girl sneaking into our bed and cuddling up with me.
“Mommy, I am scared!”
I cuddled her, I hugged her and I told her that it is okay. That nothing is going to happen to her. And we got up and watched. Watched the lightning, the rain and listened to the thunder, watching the spectacle unfold in front of us with a dark grey sky as a background.
And I wish, that I can make her feel as safe as I felt and still do. And that one day, when she wakes up in the middle of the night because of a storm, she will feel safe and happy to watch. Admiring the beauty and the power of nature.