Rain falls on my roof as if the trees were throwing stones at me.
The crashing of raindrops both scares and excites my inner child.
The lights flicker as wind gusts around the poles, waving the lines like jump ropes.
The trees dancing and jumping and spinning to the song of thunder.
Lightening crashes, illuminating to the world its nightly imperfections.
I huddle in my bed, my flashlight nearby and my eyes flashing to the flicker of lightening.
I fall asleep to the downfall of rain and the echo of thunder.
Content and safe and dreaming of eating sushi with time traveling Doctors...