we enjoyed a most epic thunderstorm from the couch the other night. the rain was loud, hitting our windows in sideways sheets. archibald was not terribly pleased (what isn't that pup afraid of?), but the rest of us sat back, snuggled under blankets, & soaked up its sound. in an age where everything seems customizable, when instant gratification's the word (stream what you want on netflix, look at your photos right away, message a friend in a minute) -- a good storm is a consummate reminder that there's still so much out of our hands.