The Greatest Sound in the World 

Each day I check my weather apps. Yeah, you read it correctly. Apps.  Plural. More than one. “App” with an “s”. I check each app in search of a few things.

The first thing is the current temperature. I have to know how hot or how cold it will be when I leave the house. 
The next thing would be the temperature for the rest of the day, and the rest of the week. I anticipate cold, cool, or comfortable days. (I live in south Louisiana, so I am usually disappointed). 

Finally, I check for precipitation. I save the best for last. Most people would be anticipating a sunny day. Some might even look forward to a cloudy day with some sun. I, on the other hand, have high hopes for high precipitation percentages! I love rain! I look forward to rainy, stormy days. 

I guess you are probably reading this thinking I’m twisted, and I just might be. I understand that rain causes lots of problems for some. I also know that thunderstorms and other severe weather can cause costly damages, injuries, as well as loss of life. 

However, I still find peace in a rumble of thunder. I await the crackle of lightning that follows the thunder. I count the amount of time that elapses between the two indicators that tell me how far away the storm is from me. I stand by as the storm gets closer. I prepare for the moment those first, slow, stray rain drops belt against the roof and windows. Those stray drops turn into a steady pouring and pounding against my home. 

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This is the moment I have been waiting for. The moment I get to experience the greatest sound in the world! Rain. The rain is hitting my home from every possible angle, due to the wind that accompanied it on its journey. As the system moves across my house, I lay in bed. I lay there in the dark. There is no sound being made inside. The only sound I need is the sound of the rain colliding with everything it touches on its way down. That is all I need. 

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Why would I need to hear anything else? Rain is the greatest sound in the world! 

The Greatest


The Fog

It is unclear what lies ahead. I am uncertain with each step forward. I cannot see what is right before me,  and I can hardly make out what I have left behind.  One foot in front of the other. Taking my time as I move forward into the unknown. Nothing I recognize yet, but everything seems familiar.

There is a break in The Fog, but only for a split second. Immediately, I am blinded just as quickly as the unknown was visible. What did I see?  Why did I not see more? Unprepared for the abrupt change before my eyes, my brain was unable to interpret what my eyes had viewed in the rapid change that occurred right in front of me.


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The Fog is now denser than ever. I can no longer find my way.  Lost in this white darkness I feel trapped. I need more support. I reach out and feel around in this mysterious place as I walk forward. One foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other. Slowy, I am able to see past my hands.  A gradual steady lifting of The Fog gives me a sense of hope.

The Fog has lifted and darkness is upon me.  Only two streets lined with street lights greet me.  I have reached a fork in the road. What do I do now? I can see clearly and I still do not know what to do. I guess I will use the senses and resources I have available. Be observant. And as always, one step at a time. One foot in front of the other. Just as I did…in The Fog.


Leslie’s Wrath


Every morning it’s the same thing: wake up,  shower, put on gym clothes, brush teeth, throw hair in a quick ponytail, and head out to the gym with protein shake in hand. But today something was different.   December 1, 2013, it was a cloudy, Sunday morning. Not that that was anything to be alarmed about. Neither were the droplets of rain that began to fall on Corrine’s black Nissan Altima. No,  it was something else.  Something different. Something different that Corrine Taylor would soon find out. 

She could sense that something was not right about the day, and almost went back into her 2 bedroom cottage style home. The home she had bought when she first moved to Baton Rouge from New Orleans. A home which symbolized new beginnings and fresh starts.  New Orleans, Louisiana was Corrinne’s home for all of her life until earlier that year when she made the eighty mile interstate drive to her new home.

Corrinne’s job in wireless sales was the cause for the move. Odyssey Wireless was the top wireless provider in the country and had been opening new locations in booming markets.  Baton Rouge was one of those, and required some experienced sales reps to help get the store’s sales rolling. Being a senior sales rep made  Corrine the perfect candidate to join the new Baton Rouge location.

Everything had been going well since the move in March. Corrine was settled in her new home. Her commissions had nearly doubled in her new market, she purchased a new car, and had more new friends than she could have expected. However, something just wasn’t right about this dreary Sunday morning.

As Corrine gets in her car and starts the car with the Push to Start feature she was thrilled to have, Rhianna’s Broken Dishes blares from the car’s speakers. She quickly turned the volume down to zero in her attempt to recover from being startled by her previous jam session the night before. Corrinne enjoyed turning her music up extra loud when she got off from work, but always regretted it in the morning when the volume scared her into a mini heart attack.

After a few deep breaths and some laughs, Corrinne changes from CD to Radio and slowly increases the volume. 96.1 is on the dial, and a commercial plays throughout the car.  Nope. She changes the station to 94.1, the latest from 2 Chainz is playing. Nope.  102.5 is her next stop.  She decides that local radio talk was better than what she had gone through so far. Two radio personalities were talking about something as Corrine’s phone rings. I’ll answer it later. She thought. I need to get to the gym. Before backing out of her driveway she turns the volume up so she could hear the conversation on air,

“…depression 11 has formed in the Gulf of Mexico and is strengthening as we speak. The National Hurricane Center had been eyeing this system for development throughout the night. No one expected it to strengthen at such an alarming rate. With temperatures being unseasonably warm for December, this thing has a great chance of becoming a named storm within the next twenty-four to fourty-eight hours. We’ll keep you posted as the information updates.”

It’s December 1st!  Hurricane Season ended yesterday!!  This is so unreal.

To be continued…

K. A. Smith



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As my battery slowly drains to 0%, I feel like posting some random…yet not so random thoughts before I call it a night. 

-Thunderstorms make me happy, but sunshine doesn’t really do much for me.

-I always wanted to get caught in the rain with no umbrella.

-Driving in the rain is no fun.

-I often dream of being on an island, in some sort if cabin. This cabin is located in the middle of a rain forest.

-Rain is an all natural sleep aid for me.

There you have it!  I am now down to 3% battery usage left on my phone and would hate for this to not post.

Bonne nuit mes amis!

K. A. Smith

My Name Is Kelly…And I Am A Pluviophile


I love rainy days.

The rain soothes and calms me.  Watching the rain outside of my window sends me to places I’ve never been. I become lost in my thoughts, as if I am hypnotized by the relaxing sounds of rain raicing from cloud to roof, from cloud to window. I am no longer consumed with the stresses of the day, the worries of my life. I can breathe freely, as the rain hits the roof, hits the window. The distant rumble of thunder yields excitement within me, as I wait for it to get closer. The wind forces the trees to perform a drunken dance while blowing leaves about. Bare branches gently scrape the window.  Lightning crackles. All that was enveloped in darkness made a brief appearance to my eyes. The excitement intensifies exponentially, due to the approaching weather phenomenon. I sit wrapped in favorite purple fleece blanket, wrapped in my thoughts. The lights are off, not because of the storm, but because of the choice. The choice I made to enjoy this rain, this thunder, this lightning, these sounds.

I love rainy days.

K. A. Smith

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