Thunderstorm

Thunderstorm this morning. Sheets of rain.

Thunder echoes and rolls across the soundscape. First behind me, then in front. High overhead it drones.

I love the sounds of rain. Tap-tapping on the gutters. Skittering on patio and pavement.

The wash of rain cascades across the summer vegetation of trees and shrubs and plants. A chorus of sound. A chorus of wet and damp and lush.

Rainy days in summer are my forced time-out. And I need time-outs from the busyness that claims the days.

Today's rain drives me to still. To wait out. To site here on the screen porch and listen.