Drip. Drip. Drip.

I love a good rain storm, especially at night. The quiet thunder and soft falling rain lull me to sleep. On this particular night, as the storm began, and my eyelids slid down, an unusual noise disturbed my sleepy state, rousing me from that wonderful place between being awake and dreaming. Drip. Drip. Drip. The … Continue reading Drip. Drip. Drip.