Rainy Nights

I hate to be rained on. It flattens my hair and my mood, and neither will fully recover.

But I love the rain. I love being inside and watching it downpour outside. I love the races that the raindrops play coming down the window. I love watching the rain hit a puddle. I love the fresh smell. Something about being safe inside during a rainstorm gives me that "warm and fuzzy" feeling. The kind that makes you want to crawl in bed with a book, or watch an old movie, or play a game of Scrabble. Even better than that are thunderstorms. The great big booming kind with lashing rain, and lightning, and thunder. Real thunderstorms like that are few and far between.

With Hurricane Ophelia looming just off the coast of North Carolina and the towns less than an hour south of us evacuated, I'm ready for some good storms. Not a hurricane, but some good, strong, rain storms to make me feel warm and cozy.

I'm headed to bed with my book. Maybe, if Mother Nature sees I'm prepared, she'll send a rainstorm my way.