I thought about it for awhile and I just figured out this storm is God telling me, relax. There’s nothing so important it must be done now. I do have groceries to pick up though.

Thunderstorms.
Thank you Lord.
But you know I’ve things to do.
I guess you find this funny.
I have my eye on you.

Editing this at 1:54 PM Central: So I went out and did the errands I had to do and magic happened as my way was paved there and back with no problems and the storms had subsided. Because when you give to the universe, to the collective, and you give out of love and not greed, you get back. You get back in ways you previously did not think possible. But you get them precisely because you now know they are possible. You expect them but you don’t forget to say thanks.