Singing in the Rain

Okay, so it wasn't raining when I was singing. But I was in the shower and singing at the same time, does that count?? :)

I don't get Texas. It's so hot during the day with not a cloud in sight, but then all of a sudden there are thunderstorms at night. I'm not complaining. I LOVE thunderstorms. The sound of the rain hitting the roof, the feel and sound of thunder shaking the entire house and rattling the windows, and the flashes of lightning that you can see even with your eyes shut. I love it. They bring me back to Slovakia summer days, usually some 2 weeks in July when it would rain every single day. It was wonderful. My room was in the primary spot for listening to the wonderfulness of the storms (aka the attic -- no, seriously). I just loved listening to it all. It was a comforting sound that helped me fall asleep. And even when the storms were loud and kinda scary, I was never really afraid. I always remembered various verses that God would protect me and be my refuge in stormy times (or actual storms), like Isaiah 25:4; "for you have been a defense for the helpless, a defense for the needy in his distress, a refuge from the storm, a shade from the heat..." I'm reminded of it right now cuz the dog is terrified of storms. It's kinda funny actually, but I feel bad for Fenn (the dog). He's whimpering and shaking and walking low to the ground with his ears back. Poor little guy :(

To sum up, I love storms. They're fantastic. They're at the top of my list for favorite things; along with raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Oh my...see? Told ya! I'm singing in the rain :)

And THAT, my friends, is life through the eyes of a banana munchkin.