I love a steamy, stormy day. Overcast and gray. Hazy tree tops. It's dark in the house.

I love the sun, don't get me wrong. But part of me enjoys the repose in the absence of it's energy.

Especially here in the trees. Everything rests and awaits the storms. Succumbing to the winds and much needed rains.

And all I wish is to oblige nature, staying inside and sitting by the window with a book. Sipping tea and listening to the thunder, wind through the leaves and rain. It calms my sleepy, drained spirit.

Thanks to the Earth, mother of all that I know.

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Levenrack · 46-50, M

I'm all about the stormy, where you can just feel the approaching stormy "energy" . The calm before the storm and you feel 10 degrees cooler air start to come in, from the cold front making it's way to you.
I will always remember one dusk evening, such a moment happened and it became a "snapshot" in time.
Going to be 48, soon and alot of thoses are starting to fade, but that one I think will always remain.

But you can keep your steamy sticky feels for yourself. 😉