There are few things as cathartic as having the time and bandwidth to sit and watch it storm and rain.

Maybe staring into the flames of a late night camp fire?

Or making a cross-country car trip solo?

I have fond memories of sitting on our back porch in Panama City Florida as a child and watching the humid afternoons turn into rumbling thunderstorms.

This reminded me of that.

And I was nearly a child again for a second.