a rainy, little bit stormy day. i love them myself. i always have. living in ok city as a small child, we always got hella storms. my mom claims i was always fascinated with raging thunderstorms (have i posted about this before? more than likely, see, obsession) she claims the change in the atmosphere (what is that? the drop in the barometer?) always hyped me up. she could tell when a good storm was coming because i would get buck-wild. hard to believe now, because i am the opposite of "hyper" but at 2-3 years old, when a storm came in, my little chubby butt would be glued to the sliding glass patio doors, dancing and prancing and laughing and giggling as the thunder boomed and the lightening lit up the dark skies.

z-man was much the same way (and still is, to a certain extent) it seems when he was little, still in a carseat, we'd always get caught out on the road in thunderstorms. i would crank up ac/dc's "thunder da dada da dada da da-da thunder" and cruise down the road, pelting rain, barely able to see much past the windshield, but my calm demeanor and playfulness never let him feel how sometimes i was worried about driving around, amidst truckers and just plain idiots. i'd sing along at the top of my lungs, and he'd laugh and clap and try to sing as best he could (at 2-3 years old) and like my mom claimed about me, it was true for z. i always knew when a storm was brewing because he would get really hyper (and sadly, his allergies would kind of kick up)

to this day, he always lets me know, "mom, a storm is coming!" he loves to sit on the porch or patio, lightening be damned.

last summer, when a storm came through, knocking out the electricity, the iceback, z, sergei and i all headed out to the patio and z played (truly, unplugged) his guitar and bass, the lightening and thunder a natural "lightshow" for his performance.

we used to get some hella storms also in arkansas. my best friend, beth, was scared to death of them. every time it stormed and stormed hard, she would freak, grab my arm and leave fingernail trenches in my skin.

one night it was storming hard...and the sky was so black. 3 o'clock looked like midnight. i went to pick my mom up from work at the bank. she's zipping around, doing this, doing that, while all her tellers are ducking underneath desks with every 60mph wind gust and booming thunder. and she laughed, she laughed at them, because compared to some of the storms (and consequent winds) we experienced in ok city, that storm was pretty mild.

my mother grew up in texas and okla...she spent quite a bit of her youth ducking into storm cellars, but she found the dank, musty, claustrophopic feeling of storm cellars much more unsettling than the actual storms themselves.

lordy, i've sat underneath a gas station awning in a '64 chevy pick-up while a tornado passed overhead (ok, that scared me a little, i admit)

but i have to say (especially about today) that when it rains, i want it to rain. i want the rain all day. we had a nice little storm this morning, dark dark dark outside, the darkest i've seen it here so far...it looked like night (THAT means it's a great storm)

but the sun tried to peek out, and right now, it's just cloudy and no storm action happening at all. *sniff*

so i'm gonna sit here and do some music memories, a neat little thing miss netta found and passed along to me.

it's about time for a photo change, so i'll see what i can hunt up for ya'll...but in the meantime, ya'll have a nice day!

;-)