The rain started about 3
am this morning as a loud clap of thunder roused me, waking me from a deep sleep. Tumbling out of bed this morning, I opened my curtains and started the coffee maker.
I love the rain in early morning. I find something
calming about the sound of rain as thunder announces its arrival. As the smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted into my bedroom, I cracked the French
doors that lead to my patio breathing deeply as the smell of rain and coffee
mingled.
It’s mornings like this that renew my hope in life and
the future. Pouring a cup of coffee, I decided to crack a few eggs and make
breakfast. As the bacon fried, and my toast popped up a clap of thunder
announced the storms, voracious raged was
overwhelming the sky. Armed with my breakfast, I plopped down next to my French
door and welcomed the rising sun.
It’s day like this that remind me why I love the morning.
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