thunderstorm.

i have an obsession with thunderstorms.  i frequently wish it thunderstormed all day.  i truly believe that i could probably move to seattle and be happy because i. love. rain.  growing up, whenever it would storm, i would go outside with my dad.  we had a screened-in porch where we would sit and listen to the rain.  in silence.  just enjoying the moment.  as i got older, i wasn't always home when it stormed.  i'd get in after hanging out with friends to find him asleep on the bench outside.  there is something so peaceful about rain.

i love listening to rain as i fall asleep -- late at night or all tucked in for a midafternoon nap.  i love listening to rain when i'm depressed, as i listen to sad music, as i reflect on life, as i read my Bible, as i write lesson plans.  i love the background music of rain.  the cleansing of imperfections and past moments.  it has always served as a reminder that whatever happened in the past is in the past.  deal with it, learn from it, let it wash away, and start anew.  i love new beginnings.

i love rain.