Rainy, thunder and lightning.

OK a few memories to round out my day.
Rain- I close my eyes and listen to it and I am back out the mountain listening to rain hit the tin roof. It was gentle, soothing, and at times deafening. It was sweet and I dont know anywhere else we will ever hear rain THAT way.
The smell of rain, I can close my eyes and smell rain and it brings me back to my childhood in NJ. I had my bed right next to the wall and I could curl around my bed so that my head was right under the open window. As it rained it would mist through the screen and land on my face. The smell was always a mix of fresh rain and aluminum. Yes aluminum. The smell of the wet screen, just the thought of that smell brings me comfort.
The sound of thunder. It can bring me to the farm living with Tim and the girls. we would sit in the family room with the back door open and listen to the thunder almost surround the farm.
Thunder out the mountain with my Pop on the porch. We would watch and wait for the storm to arrive and he would tell us it was the angels bowling. When the storm would draw closer we were quickly brought into the house.
Tonight Allie, Jack and I were lying on the bed in my bedroom. The windows directly over our heads. Jack had his chin on the window sill and just stared out the window. He was waiting for more. He loved the anticipation of the lightning then the counting wait for the thunder. His face pale, his nose a little red from his cold. His eyes bluer than blue.
When thunder would roll he would look at me, anxiously, then I would say...
"Its ok bud."
He would grin, nod, smile then continue his observation.
These days are his memories. I hope they are as sweet in his mind as they are in mine.