Storms

It's 8:22am and, as I sit here typing this, there is the mother (and father and probably grandparents) of all storms happening outside my window. Rain is falling vertically and with intent, the lightning is flashing across the sky at regular intervals and the thunder sounds like someone clearing their throat prior to a major announcement. I wish I could show you a picture of it all but, unfortunately, all that would come out is a huge grey blur.

And I have to go to work.... thank god it's less than two minutes away.