Hi again.

It is just after midnight. Everything is quiet. . . inside. Outside there is a storm brewing. The rain is pouring down and the thunder is getting closer. I love storms.

There is a tin roof on my home. The rain drops sound like thousands of tiny footsteps. Right now they are softly dancing across the the roof. Soon it will be the pounding of an army marching to the beat of the thunder.

Mercy T