Ahh Spring

I sat on my balcony this evening under the influence of Maxalt for what started as a killer migraine at the office and has subsided now to a dull roar.  I sat 7 stories up looking at the top of the Washington Monument as in slowly became engulfed in an increasingly dark and ominous sky.  Yes, the first great thunderstorm of spring rolled into DC.  After a month of unusually dry weather and parched earth, tonight we would receive a good dose of mother nature's nourishment.

The sights and smells took me back to my years growing up in Illinois when we'd gather out on the porch with a glass of iced tea and watch the rain and the lightning and listen to the thunder.  They are some of my best memories.  As I grew up, thunderstorms actually took on a romantic flavor.  No particular reason.  Most thunderstorms, I'm home alone with my cat or out driving around running errands or stuck in the office or...the litany could go on and on.

But imagine the scene:  you, the one you care for, a glass of wine and the stormy sky illuminated by lightning bolts criss-crossing the sky.  The sound of rain hitting the ground.  And best of all, the time to just sit back, relax and converse.  No TV.  No internet.  No cell phones.  Just good old-fashioned conversation with someone close to you.

I'm a romantic at heart.  Hell, I could probably find something romantic about the tornados that tore through my hometown nearly a month ago (c/huddling in the cellar?) 

My name is Derrick and i'm a big dork.  :)  hee hee.

Comments

[Bronwyn]

I really enjoyed your musings on rainstorms, Springfield style. I too dearly miss sitting on the porch with my dad during almost every big thunderstorm, just talking and watching the weather. Feeling the electricity of the lightening in the air, sipping a glass of lemonade, listening to the thunder split the sky. I can think of few things more beautiful. I think that's why I'm not frightened by most things weather related. Although those tornados certainly put the fear of God back in me.