There's something to be said for listening to the rain on the roof and the thunder rolling across the skies. I love summer storms. Not the really strong ones, just the garden-variety storms that help me to sleep. Rain makes me, not necessarily happy, but peaceful and contemplative. Like it does for most people, I suppose. I love everything about it: the sound; the wet, earthy smell of the grass after a downpour; the feel of the droplets on my skin. Mmm... rain.
In other news-- there is no other news. To be honest, I don't even really remember what I did today. I slept late again, knitted a bit, did a few little chores for my mom... that's about it. And yet I'm exhausted. I don't know what's up with me. Lethargy? Yeah, that's it.
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