Thunder

We are standing in the open front door staring at the western sky. It's dark, windy, and the rain is starting to fall. It was hot and humid today and as expected on such summery days, a thunderstorm is finally rolling through. Our favorite place to watch is from the front porch swing. The thunder rumbles and the rain tells us it's finally time to pour a glass of white wine or open a beer- start the evening. Sometimes, if the thunder is loud enough, the kids shriek from upstairs. I stand next to Tim thinking, this might possibly be the one thing I'll miss most. He says out loud, "Are you going to miss this?"