Blame it on the rain that was fallin fallin

Interestingly enough, this entry isn't about Ashlee Simpson. I'm sure there have been enough blog entries about her since Saturday's little mishap.

There's an electricity in the air right before a storm. I don't know what it is about me, but that electricity gets me flowing. It's like my senses come alive, this energy comes through me and I feel like I'm ready to take on the world. It could just be because storms are such an oddity here in the land of eternal 75 and sunny that my body doesn't really know how to act.

Yet with as much energy that flows through me pre-storm, the storm itself drains me. I find my comfort in the pitter-pat sounds of the rain and the smell of a fresh rain. I turn nostalgic, remembering days of yore, friends and experiences that are now but memories. Mostly my thoughts lately drift to HER. I have so many memories of her that it's almost impossible to remember ones without her.

I love storms.