holy crap is it raining. so much thunder and it goes on for so long – my windows are continuously shaking. thunderstorms make me miss home. opening the front door and standing on the porch – looking over the front yard, across the court and into the trees on the other side, watching the rain come down. the sound of the rain pelting the roof and rattling in the gutters and downspouts. the smell of rain in the air on a warm night. my cat peeking her head around the doorframe to see what i see. sticking an arm out over the porch steps to feel the fresh rain on my skin. listening to the rain rustling the trees and falling asleep to the sound of it all.

maybe it’ll rain while i’m home this weekend.