And it is smiling. Right now. (listening to: a thunderstorm)
So, I wake up this morning to the sound of thunder rolling and my window vibrating with the sound, and I jump up and run to my living room like a kid on Christmas morning. (Or saturday morning, if you don't happen to celebrate christmas) There is the most spectacular thunderstorm going on here right now, and out my northward-facing window, I have a clear view of everything. The rain is falling in sheets on my deck, the lightning lights up the morning sky, and the thunder crackles and growls as I sit in the comfort of my room, watching it all, knowing that God is happy with me, and sends me his greetings.
So, I put on some coffee to complete the moment, and the rain slows to a mild trickle, and the time between lightning and thunder grows more spacious. And I feel a little sad; I feel like someone I've known for a long time, and just getting to know again is leaving. But I take heart knowing that I'm here. With my laptop, my coffee, and my memory of the storm, I take heart knowing that another will come. And I'll be ready for it.
I raise my cup to the window and say, "Thanks for stopping by. See you again soon."
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that same thunderstorm visited me last night.
now, i would usually berate you for being sappy and overly optimistic--but i just spent two hours guzzling wine and crying at Bridget Jones's Diary part deux--and thus have lost my credibility. so....yeah. there's that.
cheers.
p.s. why am i not listed in your blogging community, she asks.
An oversight on my part, I assure you. It has been remedied. My apologies.
i too woke up to the glorious sight of it all. I came to blog on it yesterday morning when i awoke, but my blog wasn't working properly. I woke up though, to the sight of the oncoming storm. The dark menacing clouds just a distance away from my window, teasing me with its view. Minutes later, the storm knocked on my door. It was beautiful. And minutes after that, it knocked out my electricity :)
Spring is here.
I am so happy for that.
I was not blessed with this storm, despite the weatherman's assurance that I would be. =(
Now, Toledo is normally a rainy/cloudy city. This just goes to prove the fact that Toledo is void of all joy, because it forces even the cool storms to become gray, overcast drizzle-fests that aren't quite depressing enough to cause the populace to start loading their guns and tying their nooses.
No, I'm not bitter about missing this storm at ALL.
What a lovely narrative. :) Storms should be developing in my area of the country soon here (we just got past a rough snowstorm) and I can't wait. :) I understand how enthralling and invigorating that they are!
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