I woke this morning at 4:30, miserably tangled in sweat-dampened sheets, dreaming of booming cannons and Tom Cruise -- charging across a bloody battlefield, sword upraised. The Cruise moment was probably inspired by Last of the Samurai, which I watched before bed. But the cannon was...thunder?
Rain brings unbidden memories: childhood summers with afternoon showers arriving regular as clockwork, scenting the dust with the promise of more, but leaving behind only a shimmer of electrical storm in the high country clouds.
Ah, here is my best friend, my safe haven, my future; bringing me coffee and settling in to watch the sunrise with me, on this perfect morning that I'll add to my memories... of rain.