Thunderstorm

There is something truly comforting about being snuggled in bed while a thunderstorm rumbles outside. I woke up to a thunderstorm, the rain sheeting off the eaves, the lightening striking far enough away so that I only heard the echoes, not the scary flashes where you wonder if it's going to strike in your backyard. I was safe in my warm bed, wrapping my covers around my ears, thunder grumbling on about something, but so far away that it sounded more like the loud purring of a cat...the susurration of the rain...another reason not to have to get up and move around. I enjoyed it for about fifteen minutes before finally surrendering to the actual need to get out of bed.

Other than that, not much forwarder.