Thunder

I thought it was January…

The rain is pouring down in buckets.  The thunder is rolling.  The lightning is flashing.  The snow has almost completely melted away.  The scent of spring is in the air.

It feels more like late March or early April.

This scares me.  Often, I look at the kids who are in the children’s room and wonder what the world will be like when they are my age.  Overpopulated, political unrest, global climate changes, severe weather…and who knows where our economy will be then.  ‘Frightening’ doesn’t even begin to describe the way our future looks from here and now.