it is pouring outside.
the smell is making me so happy
i think i might cry.
fresh, delicious, and earthy,
with wet asphalt, wood, rocks,
and plants all mixed together.
how is it possible that
we've still never bottled it?
it's blowing into my bedroom
where i'm snuggled deep into my covers.
bubbuh, who normally wouldn't
dream of sneaking into my bedroom
(liza the cat's official domain)
is huddled in a ball next to me.
he winces and scoots closer to my thigh
every time the thunder roars through the sky.
the last set literally shook our house
and i thought bubbuh might
go into cardiac arrest.
he's laying very still,
trying to act like he's cool with it,
but his chest is heaving
like he's just climbed
our favorite hill.
he loves his mama.
could a girl honestly ask for more than that?
i am officially a firm believer in/supporter of cloning.
i want to have a bubbuh for the rest of my life.