It’s lightning and thunder and pouring rain outside. The rumbles keep coming and coming and I’m having a momental pity party over here remembering how much I loved to sit on the back covered porch in utopia and watch the storms come in from the west and then dash across the house when it passed above us and i would sit in the rocking chair and watch it leave floating over the lake as it crawled away to rumble in the east. Best I can do here in new town is to sit in the one chair that blocks a set of patio doors and watch (through the wet patio door screen) the rain dripping down the cattle grate archway I built for my bucket garden so it could grow upwards this summer. It’s not the same.
Note to self: future dwelling MUST HAVE a covered porch (or two) from which I can watch thunderstorms roll by.
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