Grey Days

Springtime weather has always fascinated me. I've always lived in parts of the US where thunderstorms are common, and I've grown to love the sound of thunder. Not the extremely loud *BOOM* of thunder close by, but the low, rumbling sound thunder makes when it is several miles away. Rainy days (like today) make me think of my childhood in Arkansas. We lived in the small town of Jacksonville, about 13 miles from Little Rock. My dad was stationed at the air force base there. My brother and I would walk to school on nice days, or take the bus when it rained. Sometimes it would begin to rain on us as we were walking home, and we'd run home and arrive cold and drenched. One afternoon a thunderstorm blew through and knocked trees and tree limbs all over town. I heard later that day that a boy my age (6 years old) had been killed when he touched an electrical wire that had been knocked down in the storm. A tree in our backyard lost a rather large limb, and before it was cut up and hauled away, my brother and sister and I would jump on it like it was a trampoline. It seems I've veered off the subject here...I was originally thinking about how much I love thunderstorms. Anyway, I do like the sound of rain hitting the roof and running down the windowpanes. I love sitting curled up in a comfy chair with a kitty on my lap, drinking a delicious beverage and watching the rain fall. There's something that makes you feel so secure, knowing you are safe and warm and dry while the rain falls outside.