Faith, Folklore, and Friends

Booms of thunder shake the house We look at each other, stunned, Hearing the rain in this windowless room. We are powerless to stop it. We look at each other, stunned, As water creeps under the door. We are powerless to stop it. The water covers the floor. As water creeps under the door, hearing the rain in this windowless room, We draw up our feet in collective fear. Booms of thunder shake the house. ~Wanda Stricklin Robertson

Beautiful is a relative term.  I'm guessing beauty is intertwined with what we need, with what makes us happy. In early June, we had storms for five days in a row.  High winds snapped trees and power lines and heavy rain flooded roads and fields.  On Thursday night, one of our town's electrical workers was fatally injured while repairing storm damage.  During Saturday night's storm, the wind took down our Bradford pear tree, blowing it across the electrical wires that connects our house to the main lines. So we had live wires on the ground in the backyard.  We rescued the dog and didn't go near the downed wires until the utilities department got here to turn the power off at 5:30 AM on Sunday.  When the tree fell across the wires, it tore the meter and weather-head from the house.  Our Sunday was filled with getting an electrician to install a new meter and weather-head,  getting the new work inspected, and getting our power back on late Su...