Some people say Mother Nature is cruel, but I think that's just a spelling error. What they really mean is cool, because you have to be at least a little bit cool to appreciate jazz, and Mother Nature digs it, man.
We can't see peels of thunder because they're the same color as the sky, so they blend in. But we can hear them—big thunder first, followed by the subtle thundersnaps—as lightning peels the layers from the noise.
"Yeah," says Mother Nature as she watches the echoes fade to black. "Yeah."
Next time you're walking around in a thunderstorm, pause for a moment to consider why you hate jazz so much. Maybe you just don't understand Mother Nature.
