"Wild nights are my glory" - Mrs. Whatsit, A Wrinkle In Time, by Madeline L'Engle
I've always loved storms. I don't know why. As a child I traumatized my mother, who worries a lot, by rolling down the car window during thunderstorms and sticking out my hand so I could feel the rain.
In high school Holly and I road Son of Beast over and over when it rained. The ride went so fast it felt like the raindrops felt like they would leave bruises.
But I haven't seen a good storm in a long time. Last night was a good storm. I did wish it would be a little bit of a quieter storm so I could go to sleep, but I'm really psyched that its still raining today. It looks like it's going to keep up raining for my lunch break and I love being in the car when it rains.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Posted by Melody at 19.7.07
Labels: true-love and miracles
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2 comments:
And you said I was strange?????????
I don't recall making any such remark, though if I had it would not have been incorrect.
In either case there is no call what-so-ever for the excessive number of question marks following that sentence.
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