I love storms. Like, really really love them. There was a biggie on Thursday, and I wanted so badly to just stand outside and feel the wind beating my body and watch the clouds pouring rain. It just makes you feel so small, doesn't it? The power and the beauty and the anger all just gushing out at the same time. It makes me realize maybe a little bit of the awesomeness of the God who made it. Somehow, watching a storm rage, and knowing that beyond and behind and beside and before me walks a God powerful enough to flood our entire planet, is just a very peaceful feeling.