Thunderstorms

The rainkissed leaves scatter about in the air, dancing around, as the sky makes sure it's voice is heard loud and clear and the clouds decide to color inside the lines and try a dark shade for once.

Oh, Florida Thunderstorms.

There's nothing like it when it's a comfy night where you're up late listening to good music(such as Gracious by Ben Howard) and writing for the mere fact that you were inspired to because of the rain making pitter patter sounds and the Thunder joining in with the chorus of the music you're playing.

 

You see, tonight is a night where once I'm done writing for the mere pleasure of writing, I will curl up with Harry Potter, and Matched ( Yes, I'm reading more than one book at a time, don't judge ) and my dog, and I will read until the night gets darker and beckons me to sleep. And I'll enjoy the sound of rain while I'm reading. Then I shall crawl into my new, spacious bedroom with the darker walls and listen to the sound of rain as it gently puts me to sleep. You see, nothing can beat a Florida Thunderstorm at night. It's peaceful, relaxing, and inspiring. Which is why I'm writing about it. I'm so sorry for those of you who do not get to enjoy the pleasantness and frequentness of Florida Summer Thunderstorms. Some complain of this due to the fact of their love for the Summer Sun and Beach. But honestly, I love everything in it's timing and right now I'm loving this Thunderstorm afternoon and night I'm experiencing.

 

 

I don't normally post on the weekends. Or at night. But tonight is a necessary exception.

 

 

Rain is;

sad,

beautiful,

terrifying,

exciting,

adventurous,

inspiring,

lovely,

wonderful smelling,

amusing,

perfect on nights like these.

"It was a rainy night, kind of like tonight, in which I grabbed my car keys and decided to spontaneously drive to the old, quaint, 24 hour coffee shop 20 minutes (give or take a few) from my house. Many would say that's a bit much to do in the middle of the night, but I thought, hey , life is unpredictable sometimes so I might as well be too. As I drove, the stoplights became blurry spots on the streets and they looked so magnificent. I never really had appreciated their bright colors until that night where their very existence basically screamed; "Look at me, Look at me. Am I beautiful now?" They certainly were. Beautiful, that is. I turned off my radio, which was rare for me considering the fact that I was almost always in the mood for some simple tunes. However, this night, I just wanted to be surrounded by the overwhelming sound of rain and thunder and be overwhelmingly aware of all that was happening around me. You see, we often forget to appreciate the beauty of the simplest things in life. We often forget to appreciate silence too. But that's a whole different story. Once I reached the coffee shop, I went in and said hello to the worker there. His name was John Bob, he was from Tennessee, and he knew me well. So well, that I didn't have to tell him my order. He already knew it by heart; my simple Latte with a splash of Hazelnut. After purchasing and receiving my steaming latte, I sat down at an empty booth and took out my journal and just wrote and wrote and wrote, sipping my coffee occasionally, when I had that distinct feeling that someone was staring at me. I looked up from my journal, which had several coffee stains on the pages as well as some smeared lines of poetry, and I knew. I knew my life would be different from that very day on. I was right, of course. I had no idea how different my life would be though. I had no idea that he was to be my true love, the one I did everything on earth with until I was old and grey and my smile was no longer full of dimples and bright white teeth. I had no idea. None, at all. Now, though, every thunderstorm that happens across my life brings me back to that night... that unforgettable, beautiful night..."

 

 

 

Who knows? It could happen.