Thunder makes me all tingly.
Thunder makes me really nervous. It just seems really mean I guess. Usually thunderstorms happen when I’m in bed. When that happens, I lay on my back silent and tense until it ends…never can seem to fall asleep during.
Suppose this won’t win me any macho points. But I just have to represent the no’s.
Are you by any chance related to Yogi Berra?
I love lightning, first and then thunder. We get more than our share here in Mississippi.
Thunder (and lightening): Yes, Please!
Thunderstorms are high on my list of Favorite Things. Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, my ass. One of my most memorable thunderstorms happened while I was a deckhand on a ship at sea. A little scary, but I was as happy as I had ever been.
Later, when I was a poor grad student in Texas, I would often see them coming from the south. My thunderstorm ritual was to first make the bong gurgle a bit, then take a chair out on the porch and just watch. When the rain blew in so hard I got wet, I usually (but not always) went back in to watch it from the open window. If the power went out, so much the better. I like candles too. All activity was suspended until the storm passed.
Then a former student moved in next door to me, a young, pretty Vietnamese woman who had been in my freshman comp class. During the next thunderstorm, while I was out on the porch in utter amazement, she burst out her door and ran toward my apartment, in tears and shaking. Seems that she had had a bad experience on a refugee island while her family was leaving Vietnam, and it happened during a thunderstorm. She was just terrified, and asked if she could stay at my place until it passed. From then on, every thunderstorm was spent with her huddled on my couch, sobbing so hard she almost puked. I liked her a lot and felt bad for her, but I also felt a little bad that she was harshing my buzz, so to speak.
One of the few things I miss about Texas–some really good thunderstorms.