Lightening's Striking Again

So remember that calm, cool line in my last post about "learning to enjoy the sounds and sights of my first Himalayan storm"...?  Well let's go ahead and just throw it out the window,shall we!  Because it's easy to type such a sentiment when it's bedtime and the storm is tapering off, but when your awakened at 2 o'clock in the morning by the brightest streak of lightening you've ever seen and the loudest groan of thunder you've ever heard, it's a totally different story.  It was then, at that point exactly, that I found myself back in the "HO-LY SHIT"-state-of-mind.  And once the initial heart-attack shock passed, I became scared.  Not just scared, but pretty much scared to death.  (And if not to death, then at least into a comatose state there in my bed, under all 5 layers of covers.)  So what did I do?  Well first, I said a prayer.  I literally asked God to come and lay with me through the night.  And as childish as I may be, I fervently believed that I was laying there, spooning with God.  (He being the big spoon, of course, cause I was defenitely not brave enough for that!)  An odd concept, but it got me through the night, didn't it?!  Well, that and singing "Jesus Loves Me" and "These Are a Few of My Favorite Things" (from the Sound of Music) over and over in my head...

So that, dear friends, is how I truely survived my first night of storms in Kalimpong.  Not by "learning to enjoy it" but instead by praying and singing silently in my head until I finally fell back to sleep...