Friday, November 7, 2008

Morning Rain.


Waking to the sound of the rain gets to me like nothing else.  The paradiddle on the roof above my bed always means the day is going to be blessed, and I can't wait to look out the window and watch it pour.  Look, at all those drops.  It's a miracle.  A miracle I can walk in and feel and smell.  What can I say?  I get excited easily.