Thunderstorms are as much our friends as the sunshine.
And since today’s all there is for now, that’s everything. Who knows if I’ll be dead the day after tomorrow? If I’m dead the day after tomorrow, the thunderstorm day after tomorrow Will be another thunderstorm than if I hadn’t died. Of course I know thunderstorms don’t fall because I see them, But if I weren’t in the world, The world would be different — There would be me the less — And the thunderstorm would fall on a different world and would be another thunderstorm. No matter what happens, what’s falling is what’ll be falling when it falls. (7/10/1930)
I love to feel the temperature drop and the wind increase just before a thunderstorm. Then I climb in bed with the thunder.
But the thing about thunderstorms is that there’s always a sense of peace when once the storm is over.
Disappointments are to the soul what a thunderstorm is to the air.