With the many storms we've experienced this year across Kansas, I've learned to find the beauty in the prelude of their wrath.
This one crept in from the south, building back as far as the eye could see and stretching diagonally into the Oklahoma border. I watched in fascination from the bed of my husband's pick-up as the tops built up higher and higher; visibly pluming into soft cottony tufts. Though I knew it contained dangerous lightening, hail and high winds, I couldn't help but be captured by the intense beauty of its presentation.
I stayed out as long as I felt was safe and until the realism hit me in gray smoldering clouds that spat raindrops upon me and sent me indoors to watch from the window.
Sometimes I miss the city with the shops down the street, art and music. And then I look up to the vastness above and hear the beautiful sound of silence, see the perfection in God's paintings and find wonder in a gift that no store will ever sell.
Tune in to Tom for more Sky Watch.