And the Heavens Opened and I'm Gloriously Soaked

When I began walking home, there wasn't much rain, but I could see lightning. By the time I hit the last three or four blocks, the rain was falling heavy and steady and I've been grinning madly ever since.

I'm still quite wet and just so joyful. These kind of summer storms full of lightning and loud, heavy rain remind me of summers at Longacre and that I'm so lucky to be alive.

I'll figure out my hours and money for this month. On the covered walkway of my building I somehow took a picture of the hugely falling drops of rain and life is glorious.

So my wonderful and inspiring flist, please take advantage of my creative and encompassing mood. Prompt me, ask me something that you've always wanted to, tell me something to write or create, anything and I'll do my best for you.