Several times I have been asked about what I miss from home – and the answer is always many things, but before I came home one person asked me if there was something I would miss from here. I thought for awhile, and didn’t come up with much besides my friends and teammates who I love so much. However, most evenings in the last couple weeks have brought dark clouds roiling across the sky. If I see them beginning to form, I feel my heart lift a little, and later when the first roll of thunder breaks over the house, a smile crosses my face. I’v never quite heard anything as powerful as thunderstorm here. There are nights when the air cracks so violently it wakes you from a deep sleep in a rush of heart-pounding adrenalin. To me there is nothing that surpasses a thunderstorm as a display of the breathtaking power of God. I am sure, wherever I am, there will always be a small piece of me that misses being curled up in my bed, the fan swirling cool air across the sheets and the deafening sound of rain pounding on the roof while thunder growls across the sky.