There’s something incredibly comforting about thunder. I can’t exactly pinpoint it. I think it’s a reminder of my insignificance… but in a good way. It reminds me that there are bigger things out there. There’s something bigger than this silly paper I’m writing for adolescent psychology. There’s something bigger than my stress. Bigger than any relationship I have. I hear the thunder roll and fill the sky and my whole being just relaxes. Maybe it’s the sheer force of the noise that pushes every thought out of my mind. Maybe it’s actually scientific and something about two clouds colliding together affects a person’s brainwaves. Whatever science or logic may be behind it, thunder is spiritual to me. It’s like God shouting over the entire town, ”I AM HERE”. It’s Him reminding us all that we are small, that we are weak. But somehow we still matter.