June 9, 2003 THUNDER STORM It was in the middle of night, And the room suddenly came to life. The lights were flashing like flashbulbs, And the rain was pounding the windows. I arose to look from the only window, At a raging storm of the plains. I had forgotten what fear and beauty Are embodied in this thing of nature. The pounding rain, the streaking lightning, The rolling thunder, too. They wake you up and keep you awake, Until they run their course. I used to watch them as a kid, But not for a very long time. It is interesting that a kid's prime toy Has brought them back to me. The bike has brought a lot of joy, And memories are not the least! Ron