Rain

It's 7am on a Sunday morning and I am awake.
It has been thunder-storming here in the East every morning and I absolutely love it!
I love the howling chilly winds and how it cools my body, and how the weather becomes beautiful after a shower. The grass and shrubs downstairs have lots of dew on their leaves and the dogs love it.

Whenever it rains in the mornings, Andy would wake up to close the windows and start talking to me or singing some weird song. This is morning breath at its peak. Forget mints. Welcome to Marriage!
And Alice, who's forever driven into a frenzy by the rain, jumps onto our bed acting apocalyptic and this drives Andy crazy.
These events in turn wake me and Baby A, who would run his fingers along my tummy depending on which side I'm lying on, and he would throw in a few punches and kicks to make sure I know he is also awaken by all our commotion.

Then I would soothe the dog, tap my tummy and urge Baby A to go back to sleep, and ask Andy to stop singing - which he obediently obliges by rolling over and falling asleep once again - and then my turn to get back to sleep.

Zzzzzz..