Yesterday I was hunkered down at home alone when I seemed to be transported to the center of the Battle of Stalingrad. Kigali was enveloped by a spectacular thunderstorm. As "drizzle" is to "torrential," so "torrential" is to yesterday's storm. I could not see through the curtain of water cascading off my roof. The orchestrated symphony of the deluge, thunder, and lightning was indescribably spectacular, deafening, and teeth jarring. I could not hear myself think, or audibly exclaim: Damn! That had to be a direct hit! Well, it was: Lightning blew up the water tank mounted on the outside of my bedroom wall.
I could not help but imagine sitting awestruck one moment, and then lightning struck the next, and voilà, Heaven! Awestruck again, but 10,000 fold. Just skip all that hospice care. Now THAT would be a pretty dramatic day!