Maybe He just knew. I had a somewhat bummy day… not necessarily missing home, but missing all things associated. Homemade pizza and pashta with the company of my boobear, family, and our senseless dog was at the forefront of my mind for hours. So, bum-e-dee-bum-bum, then BAM! The sky above split in two, maybe three, and sent its fury to my world. Like a 4-year-old counting the seconds between booms, I could not have loved every minute more. I love that I love storms, still.
I’ve been obsssssessed with storms for many, many years. I’m pretty sure there was even a point I prayed God would call me to a life of twister-chasing. Well, here I sit. The queen insider of all outsiders is soaking in the droplets of heaven and oooing over the bursts of skylight. This is the first downpour in Bangkok, and it was OH-SO-GOOD. The gloriously exotic flowers released the most fragrant breaths, and the sweltering heat was pounded to the ground with each layer of rain.
As I lean against the window to hear every splash, I’m taken back to a sleepover at my crib, many moons ago, when we lost electricity. Everyone crouched together for the duration of night to color by candlelight. I’m sure my parents would have preferred sleep, but I loved that night, and that storm. Thank you. I love that I love storms…
Now you see what I see. This is outside my apartment window.
XOXO
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