The sky darkens and looks threatening with gray-black clouds, blotting out the sun. Thunder rumbles long and deep as lightning crackles with electricity, lighting up the sky like the brief flash from a camera. This is the weather pattern for our afternoons now.
I like to stand at the window and gaze out upon the storm's beauty. It reminds me of a woman, a complex creature and tortured soul, who longs for something more in this life and lashes out in anger.
I find thunderstorms a bit romantic - in a dark, gothic sort of way. Though it is technically daylight hours, the sky clouds over like a widow's veil. My pulse slows down as I watch the rain. I am contemplative and quiet. I move quietly across the floor to light candles. Their glow warms my spirit. Celtic music carries me away to places unknown. Depending on my mood, I like to bake, stitch (cross-stitch or embroider), journal, or simply lay in bed listening to the rain on the roof top in solitude.
Even the dark days can have a silver lining.