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!
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