We had a deluge of rain two nights ago. Something like 5 inches in 2 hours. Our 120 year old house somehow managed to weather the storm with gathering only 1/2 inch of water in our Underground Railroad root cellar. I was incredibly grateful as I watched our neighbors cart out padding, furniture and carpet that afternoon.
What is it about thunderstorms that makes me so happy? I don't know, but it was wonderful to see the display of constant lightening, flickering by the second and filling the black sky with a yellow glow. The sound of thunder shook the house and I burrowed deep into the down comforter, shoved my face into S's shoulder and fell sound asleep.
Life was good, until the power went out and stayed out until 10:30 am the next day. Hopefully the milk is still good...we'll have to see.
