Tales from the Raven

I love rain.

Glorious, thunderous, torrential, pounding, drenching rain.

You must remember, I grew up out west.  In Utah, and right next door to the desert.  I can remember only a small handful of big storms from my childhood, and each was an Event.  Like watching the surf pound, or coming out on a winter morning to snow drifts piled over the car, it’s a slightly frightening, joyful and awe-inspiring experience.

It’s storming now, and has been most the day.  Massive clouds, saturated and gray, eating up the paler blue.  Then Splat!  Lightning splits the sky.

Gotta love a good storm.