Nothing more comfy than bad weather.
There was a little bit of thunder last night. A loud rumbling up in the sky, somewhere in the distance. I hadn’t heard that in such a long time. And while it didn’t last long enough to lull me to sleep, it was still great. The sound of heavy rain has the same effect, it’s oddly soothing.
Maybe it’s because as kids we’d spend those bad-weather days inside, getting cozy and playing inside-games. But thunder was much rarer even in those situations. So why? Because it reminds me of warm summer nights?
Realistically, of course, my lizard brain knows that when the weather’s bad, predators are less likely to be on the hunt. And I guess I should be thankful for that, even from the comfort of my safe home. It has aided my ancestors, and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for their survival and procreation.
That’s life, I guess.