I grew up in Kansas where storms were common and came with assertiveness. Living in Seattle now for twenty years I have greatly missed thunderstorms like it was a lost love of mine that I hadn’t known I loved until it was gone. Then one September night, without warning, I heard thunder from my home and then I saw a bright light flash from my window. Could it be? I drove to my neighborhood viewpoint with my umbrella hovering over my camera and I photographed and yelled out in glee to have had my lost love visit me.