It's the simple things...

Like sitting on the front porch taking in my surroundings.  The heat, the wind, the lightening and thunder, and the neighbors conversations....

...about the bitches and hoes, being on the twerk team, and who so and so is fucking with now.

But the point is the sun finally went down at 10 p.m. and at almost midnight the storm finally rolled in.  If you know me, you know how much I love the rain.  But to sit, wait and witness the build up for this down pour was different.  It was therapeutic on another level.  It's the best thing I've done in months.  Even as I sit and write this the thunder is exploding in the background while the bolts of lightening are lighting up the whole damn sky.

xoxo,
porch night confessions.