Out the window, the sky is slate-grey and now and then lightning flashes. Thunder rumbles, further away now, but still audible. The rain picks up, then subsides.
I could sit with this all day. I have a passion for summer thunderstorms, feeling their cleansing rain and wind. I need cleansing, given my dour thoughts and ennui. Maybe this can be my spa experience, sitting and writing as the clouds stalk across the sky.
Words Like Me 