Originally Posted by taterbug
Count me in, too!
There is nothing better than sitting on your front porch watching a strong thunderstorm roll in!!
We don't get much of those here but when we do, I love them. One of my first memories is of my dad holding me in his arms on the front porch watching a storm.
Once, when I was about 15, my parents and I were on a Grayhound bus going up Hwy 101. We were the only people on the bus and we were driving though a lightening and thunder storm. The driver was very friendly and was surprised I was not afraid of the storm. Everytime the lightening would strike I would say "this is beautiful!" He thought I would be afraid, but my dad taught me a healthy respect and that there was no reason to be afraid if you know the rules.