was my favorite kind of day. I woke up to the sun
shining through my window. I could hear the birds sweetly singing
and my alarm clock
was not buzzing. I could feel a gentle breeze coming through and with the breeze the sweet smell of coming rain
. As I lay in bed I could feel the air
getting cooler and the birds quieter. I decided to go downstairs and make myself some breakfast
As I was waiting for my Chicken n Broccoli Lipton Noodles and Sauce
to finish nuking I eagerly checked my Everything account. I was happy to see that I had gained experience in those few short hours since I last logged off. I began node surfing
til I heard the ding of the mic.
When I reached the kitchen
I glanced out the window and saw the difference in the sky
. The breeze had picked up considerably, the trees
now bending slightly against it. The sky had darkened and the birds were silent. And I head the first rumblings of thunder.
I have always loved thunderstorms
. It almost always storms on my birthday, it being in July
. And suppose being a cancer
, a water sign, might contribute to my love of the rain
Suddenly it was pouring and I found myself scrambling to shut the windows. I ran upstairs and found the papers on my desk to be already soaked, but I didn't mind. As I was closing the window I caught sight of my favorite old sweatshirt
lying on the closet floor, the neckline so stretched out that it won't stay on the hanger
. I put it on, grabbed my book on the way out and headed for the porch.
As I was sitting there, all warm and cozy, the thunder roaring, I silently celebrated my quickness in closing all the windows in the house. I often get so caught up in my love affair with electrical storms that I forget to close the windows, and it was then that I remembered that I had left my car window open!