Storm

Right now it's raining.

It rained last night, also.
And this morning.

Now, by "raining" I mean pouring.
Raining cats and dogs?
Oh yes.
And zebras and elephants and hippos and lions, too.

Each time it's rained in the past couple days, it's stormed. Which I'm extremely happy about, because I thoroughly enjoy storms. There's just something about the flashes of lightning and the peals of thunder that brings me happiness. Joy, even. I mean, when I was woken up at 5:24 this morning by a thunderclap, I jumped out of my skin, and smiled. I tried to stay awake to listen to the rain and thunder, but I was so tired that I don't think I lasted even a minute. Still. I was glad it was raining and woke up happy.

If I were to live the rest of my life with at least one thunderstorm a week, I wouldn't complain. I can't take too much rain, but a good storm now and then is fantastic! Three cheers.