It is dark and stormy and the top of the trees droop in the hard rain pounding the black asphalt parking lot. All I want to do is go back to bed with you and cuddle and whisper sweet nothings in your ear and we fall back to sleep in each other's arms...later in bed it is warmer, the lamp is on and you are sleeping and the rain is still pouring like a song when I untangle myself from you and write a little to past the time, then fix pictures in Adobe Lightroom and post them. You sleep deeply and happily and I hear you snoring softly like a kitten purring. I smile watching your lips move. Do you know you smile in your sleep? I wonder yet what do you dream. O, Listen to that rain beating against the asphalt and top of cars in the lot and thunder drums in distance like the climax to a great opera...such is sound as beautiful as your snoring beside me.