Sitting on my bed and just quietly looking out my bedside window.
Observing the grey clouds and appreciating the thunder god’s roars.
And feeling drawn by the lightning that comes and goes as she pleases.
The rain drops paint my view into a water colour image – undefined, free and beautiful.
A work of art unfolding right in front of my eyes.
It is so strange how the weather can affect the way I feel.
And bring my mind to places that I do not really go to on my own.
Or when I am engaging in something and not still.
Then a song starts playing from the radio and a line catches my attention.
Breaking the spell of distraction and daydreams.
“Wish you were here.”