Mother Nature

On Sunday night I was at work. I was a bit disgruntled about it. I had taken vacation the previous week, had to work Sunday as I always do, then take Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday off as my usual schedule allows. In short, I worked one day of eleven, and I would much rather have had that one off too.
But enough of be being whiney.
The weather Sunday was poopy. It snowed about three inches, that snow got rained on turning it to an icky, icy slush, then the rain turned to sleet.
So I stayed inside, occasionally looking out the window so I would have something to complain about.
I got off of work at about midnight. I cursed the weather as I was speed-walking to my car (I didn't dare run, it was too slick) because the sleet seemed to unerringly find its way into the cracks and crevases of my coat/gloves/hat combo.
As I was driving home, I sat at one particular stoplight and was in awe of Mother Nature. Usually weather is just crappy enough to be annoying. This night, however, it was tremendously crappy enough to impress. It was raining and snowing at the same time. It was windy enough to cause the rain/snow to spin about like a mad dervish. And there was lightning and thunder.
This marks the third time in my thrity-seven years that I have seen lightning in a snow storm.
The stoplight turned green and I didn't notice. I was staring, unblinking, at the raw elements on display. The shmoe behind me apparently did not appreciate the spectacle because he leaned on his horn.
I drove home slowly. Slower even than the conditions warranted. I drove slow enough to gawk at every bit of weather I could see before, regrettably, arriving home.
I again cursed the sky as I abmulated from car to front door and then I was inside, shedding layers of wet and cold only to replace them with my jammies and a woobie. I sat in the dark and listened to the howl outside and I was glad that I had shelter from the storm.