Thunderstorms, like the one we had here this night, always leave me just a bit breathless for more. Such intensity, the storm's vividness is astonishing to watch, especially to the lone purveyor here that I've become to nature's sometime climatic antics.  I know without a doubt the lush sounds of water trickling off in all directions are both nurturing and destructive.  I can see where vigorous bolts of lightening so illuminating at the time, leave terrible scars upon this landscape.  And I can hear the absolute hush of life as animals, big and small, hasten to find shelter.  These are times in which nature evokes an acute restlessness in me, hence this loquacious sleeplessness on my part.   I was born beneath an earth sign, may be that is why I am so fascinated by such storms. Or perhaps it's because I've weathered my own tumultuous tempests that nature's master acknowledges our kinship.