Last night, during one of the wee hours of the morning, it stormed.

It stormed the way that only a summer could storm. I live on the top floor so I could hear each individual drop slam against the roof, not 6 feet above me. It was refreshing to lie awake for a little bit, not concerned with what time it was or how long the storm would last, just listening to the deep thunder and hard drops of rain. For a moment I thought about how much energy was in the sky.

And then, of course, just to drift back to sleep as the hard drops turned to light taps. I love those kind of storms.