I love rain. I think it's because it brings back such good memories. My mom and I used to sit on the porch (and come to think of it we still will when it rains in Houston) and listen to the wind blow through the trees. There's something about trees in Houston too - they don't rustle like an oak tree does. It's more of a wish sound through the tall pines.
Big storms starting in Weatherford tonight and are blowing this way. It's thundering outside now and Mollie is close by, Krystel next after the dog.
I thought about sleeping out on our porch tonight - but there is so much traffic. Before I could even complete the thought a hot rod drove by and he made no attempt to dodge the large puddles. My conclusion - buy a house in the country, with a wrap around porch. So when we get rare nice storms like this I can stay outside and enjoy them.
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