Is there anything more wonderful than a rainy Sunday morning? Plip plopping drops sluicing down the roof,
Streaking across the window panes in a hurry to puddle up with their brothers and sisters on the driveway.
Dreamers lulled back to sleep by age old rhythms, the roll of thunder, the silence in between, waking to the smell of
Coffee an hour gone by in a blink. Cats snuggled under the covers. One detests the storm; the other relishes
Being present for this unexpected treat of extra time spent pleasantly cuddled on a perfect rainy Sunday.
Praying for Eyebrowz 