Rain, Rain, Come Again.

This morning it is thunderstorming outside. I'm downright giddy about it.

There's something about a July thunderstorm. I like to light candles, put on some quiet music and putz around the house, doing laundry and occasionally stopping to play with Morgan.

And the best thing about a rain storm is that the air is cooler. I blow the metaphorical dust off my favorite blue jeans and remember with delight how they cover a multitude of sins: the bruises on my legs from knocking into something, the veiny lines of "getting older". They're forgiving and comfortable. Great for a rainy day.