First Summer Thunder Storm of the Year...

Some people told me today that this is not the first summer thunder storm of the year since there was another one about 2 weeks ago. I slept through that one so I am counting this one as my first one. I always love thunder storms in summer time, when the temperature is warm enough to allow us to play in the rain without shriving. I always love the flesh of lighting and the sound of thunders.

I remember as a kid, I use to stand outside in the open when there is a thunder storm to see how long I can withstand my own fear for the thunder and the lighting. I remember those soaked, sticky clothes that stay close to the fresh of my body as I stand out in the open, in a sense challenging the nature and my own human nature at the same time.

I wondered, was there a time in human history in which they don't fear lighting even as they stand out in a opening during a storm. I wonder if those long lost ancestors of ours was able to appreciate lighting and thunder without a hint of fear but with sense of wonders... had we lost something that is so essence to us, so essence to nature?