Into a clear blue sky, fat grey clouds roll. And I wait. On the edge of my chair.
Where is the thunder? Where is the lightning? Where are the big, fat, crocodile rain drops in the drenching downpour?
Not here.
Into a clear blue sky, fat grey clouds roll. And I wait. On the edge of my chair.
Where is the thunder? Where is the lightning? Where are the big, fat, crocodile rain drops in the drenching downpour?
Not here.
3 responses to “London Sky”
I would miss thunderstorms, too. Love and miss you!
Sometimes I get excited when a plane flies over. : ( Usually though, TN comes through for us when we visit!
at 4 am this morning – I thought our house might be picked and brought to you!! It was crazy!!
It’s sad that we don’t always appreciate the gifts we are given until they are taken away (or given up). I WILL appreciate every storm….. I love you!!!!