Rumbling Meditation

What is it about the thunder that draws us in?
Why must we sit and listen to the rumbling above?
Why can a flash of light and vibration of foundation distract us from...television?

If you were up late enough last night as I was, you would have heard the storm.
The waves of rain and wind forcing the branches of our battered trees to twist and break again.
But why do we do it?
Why do we sit and watch the storm?

I looked across the street to see neighbors on their porch, just watching.

Is it mere fascination with a force we cannot control?
Is it a primitive calling to harness what once was our only source of fire?
Is it the idea that God could be doing this out of rage or boredom?
The rain ticked on the window and I found myself just staring into space somehow entrenched in quiet meditation at midnight, when most were asleep.
Why?
Ask the thunder, ask the rain.