I was about 40 miles from home when I first spotted it.
It was maybe the darkest cloud I’ve ever seen.
In sunshine and blue skies at my current location, I considered stopping the car.
It might have been a good time for a meal break, a rest stop, or an alternate route to avoid the obvious storm.
I did none of those.
I drove straight into the black sky.
From a very early age, I’ve been fascinated by thunderstorms, drawn to their absolute power. There is something so majestic about the way Nature chooses to unleash that energy.
I’m sure it was a metaphor for the desire to cleanse from the emotional turmoil that enveloped my family for a lifetime.
So, on this balmy summer evening, I encountered the downpour, the lightning strikes, the boom of thunder about 10 miles from home, passing through it, unscathed, with a freshly rinsed car, and a reminder.
All storms come to an end.
The skies were clear as I pulled into my driveway.