Here's a bit of contrast from Zen Monday. We've had real, actual, pouring rain today, with one good crack of lightning and thunder. Just one. I miss the big, Midwestern storms of my youth. They were as big as they were supposed to be.
This is a good evening for cuddling up with your book, your blanket and your hot toddy, however you choose to make it. I might opt out of the honey and just pour some whiskey in my tea.
I'll sit by the window and sip, hoping for another flash of lightning.