When I was little and staying with my grandma in South Carolina one summer there was a thunderstorm.
My grandma made me turn off all of the lights and the television. I could only be still. She sat in her rocking chair on the porch and I stood beside her. The storm was so much bigger than us but we survived together.
Now I love thunderstorms when I’m safely inside and the window is open a bit. It reminds me of standing beside my grandma and being still.