The rain is glorious

The skylights in my office are ringing under the onslaught of the serious storm that is bringing much-needed rain to our area. I took Holden out to do business and stood in the wet night air, my sinuses thankful for the moisture. Standing in the rain probably wasn't the best thing I could have done for my lingering flu, but I could not resist the opportunity.

My favorite storms are those at the beach, when the clouds attack from offshore as if they are dragging part of the ocean with them, but any good storm will do in a pinch. Each one evokes a primal, unchained, unrestrained passion that I find irresistible. So lovely, so rich, so powerful.