Picture this...

It's dark outside, and the house is still. All you hear is the steady rush of rain hitting the pavement outside, creating splashing lakes in the sidewalk, sheets of water dripping as they pour down the windowpanes...Every couple of minutes, as if to make sure you're not too lonely in the black, quiet night, booming thunder rends the silence- once, twice, and then dies away as the sky lights up, a fleeting bolt of lightening off in the distance. As the night passes, the thunder and lightening become closer, comforting, soothing. The thunderstorm a peaceful companion as you read, lulling you to sleep, washing away today's worries and grievances...



Now don't you all want a thunderstorm, too?

-SA