12:51 p.m. - 2003-09-19
I love storms. The tickly feel right before when all is quite and anticipating. The howl and pound of stong wind and rain -- like Mother Nature is showing us what she's made of. I think of gods who play with the weather and compete for the biggest and the best. There is something so soothing about wind, even when it threatens to blow trees over on their sides.
I laid on my bed last night with the windows wide open letting the cool air surge into my room like a tornado. Breathing was easier, and I relaxed into a lull watching the clouds roll by and feeling the wind on my sheets. It was lovely.