"Your shortness of breath and wild fainting spells will be cured this week, thanks to a series of well-placed commas."
I grew up in a house on the corner lot of a steeply sloped circle. Nestled against the mountainside and surrounded by aspens and pines. We had a humble little garage that opened onto the street below, but the cars were normally parked in the carport that faced the circle above. It was almost the height of a barn with the angled roof-line and a deep redwood color that would grow even deeper when it rained. The contrast of the wood and the surrounding greenery of all the trees makes my eyes water to even recall.
I used to love sitting out there on an old rickety aluminum lawn chair during thunderstorms. The rain would come in these extraordinary sheets where it was so easy to believe you were the last one left upon the planet. The darkness of the clouds above weighing down like a heavy quilt of grey. Those summer storms where it feels like night in even the earliest of afternoons. The distant buzzing of electricity deafening your senses before the lightning strikes were yet visible. One-one-thousand-two-one *CRACK*!!!!! The rush of adrenaline racing through every cell in your body as the breeze releases a sudden spray of rain upon bare feet. I could sit there for hours when my parents weren't home. The presence of a "responsible adult" entailed being promptly whisked back indoors where there weren't worries of the silly little girl getting struck.
The smell of rain is one of those emotional triggers that brings so many memories of simpler times. The sound of thunder..... another. I can tie so many of my happiest moments in life to thunderstorms.....To the childlike joy exhibited in response to them.
My only issue with thunderstorms?
I can't summon up even an ounce of motivation to focus on anything else. In fact, I don't believe I should HAVE TO. After all, they are some magical spectacle of the gods meant to be celebrated with absolutely undivided attention. In my book, anyway. Possibly because I have yet to be struck.... Today's forecast calls for afternoon thunderstorms. So did yesterday's, and I finally resigned to bed last night in a dramatic fit of disappointment. Still, there's hope for today.
Now? *glances outside*
So clearly no real work is going to be accomplished today and I fully intend on blaming the weather. I probably should have called in "Vaguely Anticipating Greatness", but I had to bring the kids to school, so it seemed this would at least be a legitimate distraction. Makes me curious what sort of season we're in for as if it's one of fabulous thunderstorms... I may need to take an extended leave of absence.
Happy Wednesday, Pets!