Manic Monday: Storm

I have always loved storms. They contain a magical reminder that we are never truly in charge of our surrondings. However I have recently discovered that I do not love them quite as much when I am home alone. I am unsure of why, but when the thunder starts to roll and I am home solo, I tend to sit in the middle of my bed.
There is a comfort in the knowledge that all storms, real or proverbial, always pass. No matter how long the rain seems to pour down on you, and no matter how loud and foreboding the thunder the sun peeks his head out again.