Never Rains But It Pours….

While the weather this summer has certainly sucked, I have been enjoying the thunderstorms. A lot of people have been pissed because there’s been so many and it’s taking away from a lot of great beach days, which is valid of course, but there’s something that is so relaxing about a good summer thunderstorm. My favorite activity when I hear the thunder start to rumble or see the rain start to fall, is to run to my hooded porch. I’ll go out and sit and watch as the storm begins to roll in, counting the seconds between the thunder and the lightning as the intervals get progressively shorter and the storm gets progressively closer. It’s magical, watching the clouds blunder ahead as the chaos ensues across the sky. Watching safely from the shelter of my porch, it can’t hurt me. But I can feel the satisfaction of the rain pelting down and sizzling against the burning pavement. The downpour finally cooling off what was once a sweltering day. The rain is refreshing and welcomed. Not as it would be in the winter when we want snow, not slush. The next time you hear thunder rolling in, instead of sighing at the lack of sun, go out and watch the magic unfold from a distance, nature can be pretty fricking amazing sometimes.