I lay in bed listening to the rain, the thunder…watch the lightning. Normally when I see it’s going to be a rainy day I never think “How great this is.” No, I usually don’t. Today? I guess I really wasn’t thinking “How great it is” but I was thinking about the past. Sitting on my front porch growing up during a thunderstorm; enjoying every clap of thunder, the mist of the rain hitting onto my face, legs and arms. I remember times of sitting inside Baba and Juju’s where it would be storming so hard where we would just sit inside and draw or watch tv; sit at the table and have cookies or just play cards. I can picture the lighting in their kitchen during a storm. Still light but dull; where you knew it was raining. I remember school days in the rain. Not being able to go outside for recess because of it. Rain…that’s really all I have to say. Just woke up thinking about positive past experiences rather than thinking, “Man, it’s raining…this sucks.”
