Ever since I was a child, I had never liked thunder. It was too loud. I didn’t mind the grumbling, the growling, but the clapping and cackling sort always sent me under a desk. In a way, I felt as though the sound could turn me inside out. I found myself witness to a sudden thunderstorm this afternoon.
I was looking for sandals when I heard the rain batter the roof. I looked up to the front doors and saw the rain falling down in diagonal columns. I went outside and filmed a bit of it. I stayed outside and heard clapping thunder a few times — I did not feel like my insides were being turned outward, I did not squirm at the sound of this sudden downpour. Rather, I thought about what Black Elk said about thunder as well as the role of “thunder beings” in Sioux folklore in general.
The wind stopped a few minutes later, the rain lessened soon thereafter.
I did not find any sandals.