A midnight thunderstorm is an ideal night to lie in bed and stare through the window; watching heavy clouds and waiting for the moment they finally burst. Then suddenly, without warning, the clouds empty their bellies and rain drops bangs on the window after being thrown by the wind. The sound of rain tapping on a glass window is then abruptly interrupted by loud crackles of thunder and electric l
ights paint the sky. The heart of the thunderstorm has arrived. Born in the same year hurricane Gilbert devastated my home country, it’s ironic that I love thunderstorms so much. As a child I was told that during the hurricane, my grandfather hid me under the bed in order to keep me safe. I was only a couple months old then but I don’t believe I was scared. I consider myself to be similar to the heart of the thunderstorm. Creatively and emotionally I am a swollen cloud just waiting to burst. My thoughts move around in my head like gently rolling thunder. Excitement flickers behind my potential and emotions drive my anticipation for the ideal idea. It takes some time and patience to calculate my thoughts but when they emerge it bursts like rain from heavy colorful storm clouds. Being overwhelmed with joy as my creativity and emotions blend in perfect unison, I smile and enjoy the heart of my very being.
