by Lorraine Bartlett / Lorna Barrett / L.L. Bartlett
There's nothing like a rip-roaring good thunderstorm in the middle of the night. I prefer them under the cover of darkness. It makes a better light show. I prefer low-rumbling thunder over the CRACK right over heard, make-your-heart-stop kind, too.
With one thing and another, I didn't get around to writing my blog post until this morning. So when I heard the rumble of thunder my first thought was, "Crap. I won't be able to fire up the computer." My mother lost one of her computers in a thunderstorm thanks to a power surge, so I tend to scramble and unplug them all (yeah, we have four and usually they're all plugged in--including the laptop).
But this morning, I decided to just lie in bed and listen to the rain on the roof. That's one of the most pleasant sounds on Earth. Of course, I prefer a gentle rain, not rain accompanied with hail that beats on the house, car, and poor defenseless plants. We lost a chunk of our "crops" last summer thanks to rain. Mr. Rubber Tree, who lives on our deck outside during the summer months, took quite a beating and still has the scars to prove it.
But this morning I pulled the covers up to my chin and closed my eyes and just listened to the rain for a full sixty minutes. One of life's little pleasures.
What little pleasure of life do you enjoy?