It's been raining for an hour or so. No lightning. Just the soothing, steady kind of rain that makes our lawns happy 8-) . I needed to get out, so did the dogs so I vaped a bit I leashed them up and went for a walk. There's a tiny boat ramp at the end of my street, a few blocks away. We went down there and stood on the dock and watched the rain come in across the bayou. It was really nice. One of the best memories I have of my dad (for as much of an asshole as he could be, he does have his good points and is an entirely fascinating person) is watching storms with him. I grew up living on the mouth of a canal that looked out on Old Tampa Bay and Grande Bayou and we had a porch in the back yard. We'd sit and drink lemonade ( ::bwahaha:: cliche, I know but we did) and watch the thunderheads build for a while and then march across the water and run right over us. We didn't talk much, just listened to the rain on the roof. Afterwards everything was so green and fresh and puddles were everywhere! I'd meet the other neighborhood kids and run down (hitting every puddle on the way, I used to love that) to where they were putting the new development in and there was still beachfront and collect the sharks teeth that turned up from the waves.
Good times.
