As I sit here typing this, it’s storming outside. I feel and hear the thunder. I see the lightning through the cracks of my curtains. It reminds me of a different time in my life.
Rain has always been a welcome soundtrack. It lulls me to sleep when I am tired. The pitterpatter mirrors my heart when I am excited. The moisture washes away the dirt on the world just as it does the dirt on my skin and the mess from my mind. Rain is cathartic, it truly is.
And rain is sexy. It makes me want peel away my clothing, open the blinds and turn off the light so that only the lightning illuminates bodies and expressions in the middle of the night.
It is spring, and with spring comes rain, a rain that I, for one, am glad to see.