its a beautiful stormy spring day. the rain is pouring down with the occasional flash of lighting and thunder to punctuate the storm. while not as dramatic as a night time storm, this way i can see the way each individual drop drums into the concrete sidewalk outside our office door.the patterns of the splashing drops on the concrete, and then in the rapidly formed puddles, create a mesmerizing display with their ever changing forms. the drumming of thousands of drops on the distant metal roof is a soothing hypnotic sound, blending togeter into a dull roar as the sheets of water cascade down from the sky. the crisp air smells so fresh and clean i dont mind the way it makes me shiver from the chill. my shoes are soaked, my feet will be cold all day, but i don't care.... the beauty of the spring storm calls to me and makes me want to spend the morning staring out the door at the clouds. if only i didnt have to sit here in this office and pretend to concentrate on work! i'd throw off the pressures of finance and economy and run home - change to a warm flannel shirt and my favorite old blanket, and sit on the back steps, watching the rain and my poor drenched little squirrels. all i need is a good ol' army surplus green wool blanket to make the experience complete. the smell of damp wool transporting me to summer afternoons in my childhood, wrapped up in a blanket, sitting in our front porch doorway watching the rain pour down. and then later, in the middle of the night, dancing barefoot in the puddles in the middle of the street where the dips in the asphalt collected enough water to last for a few more hours.

ah but...

i must pull my mind back to the present... its been many years since i lived somewhere small enough to not have traffic even in the middle of the night. and m'love would frown upon his wild wifey dancing in the street anyway.

and add to that, there are things i must try to focus on and finish for my job. so much as i'd like to go out and play in the rain, i'll sit at my desk like a good girl, and let the wonderful storm spend itself without answering its call to come out and play.

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and so i stepped out with my friend here to go get her some coffee... i cheated, i got some more //grin// will compare the flavors from the coffee shop to the convenience store and see if the coffee shop is really that much better.

the storm has gone for now; the sun is shining through the clouds, the light on the pale grey sky almost too intense after my eyes had become adjusted to the darker tones of the early morning storm. the few light drops misting down from the sky seem inconsistent with the light straggling throught the clouds. a lower layer of scattered clouds skate past at high speed, their light color standing out against the darker, higher clouds. the air smells fresh and clean, not yet spoiled by all the traffic speeding down the busy streets. the lingering darkness high in the sky gives me hope; perhaps the rain will come again this day, calling to the child in my soul. perhaps i'll yet have a chance to give in to the call and watch in fascination as the rain pours down and washes everything clean.

or perhaps not.