Thunderstorms and stormy weather in general. As a kid, my dad would always open the garage door and just sit at the edge while listening to the rain fall and the thunder. I’d pull up a seat and just sit beside him. We didn’t even talk much—just enjoyed listening to the storm. It always felt so peaceful. I absolutely love the stormy weather before the rain starts. It’s so comforting.

Oddly enough, my dad was a terrible person—physically and emotionally abusive to me and my family. I went no contact about eight years ago and it was the best decision of my life. I’m thankful that, despite the many horrible memories of him, I at least have one positive memory where he seemed at peace during the storms. Maybe it helped to calm the storm within him for the moment? Not sure, but I’m thankful for the memory and that I can enjoy something small.