I swear, there is no better feeling than waking up to a thunderstorm. Window cracked, light breeze, warm blankets, a rumble of thunder…this is my symphony. I was joking with a friend yesterday that I would be perfectly fine living in the Pacific Northwest, but I think it’s actually true. At least until I got bored (I have about a thirty second attention span, notoriously bad at seeing things through. This blog: case in point).
These musings flew out the window as soon as I stepped onto a muddy embankment outside my front door and splattered mud all up and down my jeans and coat, but I’m trying not to dwell on that. Instead I’m dwelling on all of these images that greeted me on my Pinterest feed this morning and continue to remind me why I think rain is the most magical of weather. Have a lovely Wednesday!