rain

She awoke with a start, the rustling of the wind outside her window, the steady drum of rain on the roof, the rumble of distant thunder. She leaned back and smiled, for she loved the rain. She was content to just listen to the steady rhythm of the raindrops.

Although she could not see them, she knew that the black clouds were moving closer. Her bedroom was bathed in bright flashes of light, and the roll of thunder soon grew louder.

She nestled deep into her covers, lulled by the sound of the rain. Her eyelids began to droop, until she was fast asleep.

We have had thunderstorms move through last night and today, and although this did not happen to me last night, this is what has happened many a thunderstormed (not sure if that's a word...:)) night. I love the rain. A lot. So I was happy when it thunderstormed all day here! That little paragraph described exactly the way I feel about rain. :)