Tuesday, April 21, 2009

When it rains, it pours

It was a stormy night in Brooklyn last night, and I loved it. I have always liked storms - I think I get it from my dad. He would literally have to be dragged inside when it got too rough outside. And, by rough I mean huge trampolines flying into our pool, giant oak trees nearly falling into our screen room, that sort of rough. Somehow when Mother Nature seems mad at the world, I find a strange sense of peace in the rain, thunder and lightning. I had a very good night's sleep, and much needed.

1 comment:

the starks said...

aww i love a good storm too!