Before I opened my eyes today, lightning seeped through my eyelids waking me with light followed by full body resonating thunder. The storm started about six last night with wind from every direction. This un-August like rain is good for growing crops, but bad for hay already cut and laying in windrows. These things were not on my mind as I lay flat not ready to wake; eyes closing between lightning flashes. But my eyelids kept warming with light, bringing them open for each strike.
