Crash rolls the thunder in the echoes of my mind.
The rain drips against the memories long forgotten, and
beckons them once more, painting them anew.

This is not the noisy nasty thunder storm that frightens; but the one that plays softly in the background as you lay asleep in your bed.

This is the storm that kisses the blooming flowers, the storm that dances gently on the sea, the storm that whispers to you a lullaby of  beautiful innocence.

And as I look outside my window, the storm in my mind and the one that is outside come finally together as one.