Listen to the rhythm

Today as I drove home I saw the leaves on the trees flipping upside down to show the under side. I think this is one of my most favorite things. When a storm blows through I get excited with anticipation. There is something amazing and hypnotic about a rain storm. When my son was young and storms would roll through Portsmouth, Va. they were loud and strong. Him and I would sit out on the porch and feel the rain spray back up to us as it fell hard on the ground.  Each boom of thunder made us jump a little. I still do the same thing with my daughters. When it began to rain last night, I had to open the window just so I could hear the "rhythm of the falling rain telling me what a fool I've been...". I love to feel the wind blow through my hair and across my face. I love to feel the mist of rain as the beginning of the storm drizzles down on me. There is something romantic and amazing about kissing in the rain or  giving an extended tight embrace.  I love the rain.