Nothing like a good old Iowa thunderstorm to soothe the soul. Isn't it ever so interesting how we find peace in the midst of a storm, how we attain peace and quiet from a loud robust thunderstorm? There is nothing quite like hearing the babble of the rain resonating on your rooftop. I must admit that I still catch myself leery of the blatant and rambunctious thunder that always instills a healthy fear/respect for lightening and the power it beholds. I miss North Dakota summer thunderstorms at Grandma's. Nothing, absolutely nothing beats waking up to the thunder on a warm but cool summer night and standing by the window sill admiring the storm rolling through over the fields with such might and grace. I am and forever will be a country girl at heart! The mountains are majestic and wondrous, but North Dakota is the one place I would move to in a heartbeat. It's the one place I feel at home forevermore. I definitely cannot wait until I get to go see my Daddy here this summer/fall. After his stroke I have just been so much more in tune with myself and my heart. It really did a number on me and restored as well as transformed some things within. I have been meaning to blog lately but just haven't gotten around to it. I hope your night is well and relaxed, or your morning very joyful and abounding in peace of mind and heart!