Ever since I was a kid, I loved to fall asleep to the sound of rain on the roof. There is something about a good thunderstorm that is both exhilarating and relaxing at the same time. Spring rains are as soothing as they are cleansing. They wash away all of the residue left over from the long winter on surfaces and in our minds. The early garden produce is just beginning to poke its way through and it is washed gently as it emerges from the ground. Windows are thrown open as I smell the tell tale dampness that a rain is on its way. The old saying goes; April showers bring May flowers, and the buds on the lilacs are plumping daily, just waiting for the right conditions to burst. This morning was foggy and the air heavy with moisture. It has warmed through the day allowing for the promise of a storm or two early this evening.
As I write this and think of my teenage self listening to the rain fall and a little Purple Rain on the radio. RIP Prince.
I hated rain on a tin roof as a kid, but love it as an adult.
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