thunderstorms

Looking down the driveway at the storm.

Thunder rumbles in the distance, shaking the ground and letting you know a powerful storm is coming. The wind picks up and whistles through one window and exits out of the other, knocking over a picture frame and sends me scrambling to close the windows so the rain does soak everything within a foot radius. I do so reluctantly because the smell of the air is so refreshing, and as soon as I do, the rain starts, pounding on the metal roof at a deafening level.

I smile, reveling in the fact that the Earth is making a sound...so often it's the things that are IN the Earth that make the music in the background of our lives.

In case you couldn't tell, I like thunderstorms.