Rainforest

Last night it poured buckets. Buckets. And although it was thundering and lightning out, which made me think the rain would be pounding in through the windows, it seemed to be coming straight down.

(Can I take a moment here and say that I hate it when I read the word "lightening" when people mean the other? If you are talking about a storm, I am pretty darn sure that you want to say "lightning". If you spell it "lightening", aren't you talking about what happens in the morning? I.e. "The sky is lightening?" My English major friends, please, please correct me if I am wrong.)

Anyway.

We awoke to gray, overcast skies, 70 degrees, and humidity. As I stood in the kitchen looking out at our overgrown backyard, I watched steam rise off the grass and trees. The whole world was green. And foggy and wet. And suddenly, more than anything, I wanted to go visit the Zoo. I really felt like I had wandered into the Rainforest exhibit at Brookfield, and I wanted to play hooky.

Oh, to be six again.