The thunder is echoing through the woods as yet another thunderstorm approaches. The wind has picked up and the trees rustle and whisper. I have wind chimes on the back deck, big ones that sound like church bells when they ring. The rain is pounding right now. I love the darkness, and I love the wildness of this night. I pad around the house that I know by heart, and I do not turn on the lights, in part because I know where everything is, but mostly because I want to watch the lightning flash.