I love lying in bed, listening to a storm. It's so cozy and comforting, in a way. And then later, after the thunder and lightening has passed, the remainder drops tap out a little lullabye on the windowsill.... lulling me to sleep. What a great word, lullabye. It just sort of rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

Poetry is close tonight, dancing from my fingertips to the world. It fills my heart.