As it got darker, the lighting became more intense and vivid. It began to shoot horizontally, igniting the thick black clouds. This wasn't a dangerous kind of storm; the lightning was in the far horizon and nothing became severe. Just amazing. Rain continued to drizzle. It wasn't that kind of miserable, muddy, gloomy rain; it was that refreshing, sweet-smelling, cool rain that only spatters you but doesn't soak you.
We went all four rounds, and the leader made it hot, as usual. There was a lot of stuff we needed to "work on" in the ceremony, and I talked to the leader about it as we rested in the grass.
The anger is easier to manage for me. As hard as it was, I knew I needed to pray for someone who has been very hurt, and hurtful, in our lives recently. I came to understand that hurt people hurt people.
It was a difficult sweat, not just because of the stinging heat but because of these personal difficulties. All I can do is pray about it and be the man I know I can be, and hope that's enough. No, it IS enough. I'm a good man--that IS enough.
I watched the amazing lightning all the way home, 30 miles through the Oklahoma country.