Ramblings On Thunderstorms

You know, I just can't figure my brain out. If it's all cloudy and gloomy outside chances are I won't be in the chipperest of moods. But rainy days? I kinda love 'em. Thunderstorms especially. I mean, I vaguely remember nighttime thunderstorms scaring the junk out of me when I was younger...but that was then! And the non-bedtime thunderstorm memories from home involve sitting on the screen porch or in the garage with the door open, just watching it rain. Chips and/or pretzel rods were usually involved...thanks for that, Dad. :) And as it turns out, despite my current lack of a screen porch and a garage, you can hear thunderstorms quite well when you live in a Shed. Laying in bed last night I could allllmost pretend I was in my hammock under the tin roof of a cookout shelter at camp, smelling the rainy air and damp forest. Mmmm...

I think there are different kinds of cloudy days, too. I mean, the ones that get me down are the ones where everything's just the same shade of gray. The ones where Mother Nature has no intention of actually precipitating, just of being gloomy. Then there are the thunderstormy cloudy days. You know what I'm talking about. The ones where you walk outside and look up at those huge, dark, menacing clouds and realize that the sky's probably going to open up aaaany second. There's something really mesmerizing and beautiful about the intimidation and anticipation surrounding those clouds, I think.

Anyway. Back to rainy days. I was walking from my car to the office this morning kind of bouncing from puddle to puddle with my flowery umbrella and lime green boots, and I realized I was just in a really splendid mood. Not to mention that, if you ask me, it's an incredibly spiritual something to look up and just let the rain drops hit your face.

Granted, I love a sunny day in the park as much as the next girl. But every now and then a day like today is kind of nice, so long as you've got a dry place to go at the end of it.

Love,

Allison.