Waiting for the storm

There is something to be said about watching a storm roll in. The smell of petrichor suddenly blooming all around as the atmosphere becomes heavy with humidity is one of my favorite scents. I’m not sure you can bottle it, but it is unmistakable.

More storms have rolled through the area tonight. Nothing long lasting and nothing that will cause the lasting damage seen recently by tornadoes worldwide. No, this is just a storm. Just rain and thunder and lightning. The temperature is dropping as the clouds pass by dropping their offering in waves of deluge, heavy for minutes before tapering off and then starting the process again.

I’ve been packing and working and moving things over to the new place so taking a break to appreciate the beauty in the everyday is a treat. Getting to sit outside under the cover of the porch, listening to the incessant drops increase in speed and seemingly weight, and then slow down is calming. I’m not worried that I won’t get everything packed, I still need to finish in the kitchen, and figure out how to put everything I have in this bathroom in the one at the house, but those are minor concerns. Trying to determine if I will start sleeping over at the house this weekend is more on my mind.

I’ve also been trying to walk more. Realizing that I’m moving away from the ease of the park to walk daily is a little stressful, but it just means I should take advantage when I can.

I’m ready to be off this week though. I’m ready to be away from the ridiculousness of other people and focus on what is tangible, like the garden and painting. I need to look at the basement and make sure I have power down there past where the washer and dryer are. If not I will want to call an electrician just to get a plug or two in place.

It is the little things that are riding me, plaguing my mind, bits and pieces of things I’ve forgotten and need to put into place like small cobwebs I’m inadvertently walking into. Swiping my face to remove the silk only to turn into a new web.

And now I’m just waiting for this storm to wash my mind clean.

Or at least illuminate the webs better with the drops of water.