When lightning flashes, and the crashing voice of the Thunderbird rocks the earth.
I love to go out on the dock of the small mountain lake and watch the storm approach over the mountains.
There to remain, until driving rain and mighty wave breaking over the dock, force me to seek shelter.
There is no music that can compare to the pattering of rain, on the roof of a tent.
I have heard the symphony of the land. And felt the heart beat of mother nature. Setting in the doorway of my tent as the storm passes me by.
The world seems at peace, as I feel the same.