An evening welcomed
It has rained in D.C. more than I could have possibly imagined this summer. And I love thunderstorms, so I do believe the Midwest is still very close to my heart. One of my roommate hates storms and couldn’t bear to fall asleep last night with the occasional streak of lightening shining through our window. I, however, was unabashed, and made light of the situation. Without batting an eye, I took off my jacket yesterday evening and ran up to the deck in the pouring rain. It was wonderful. And freeing.