My mother lives in Clark Fork, Idaho in a beautiful yellow farmhouse right in front of the train tracks, just a walk away from the Clark Fork River. It is nestled into valley and surrounded on one side by the Monarch Mountains and the other by the Cabinet Mountains. The way the town sits, I imagine the mountains like hands, cupping Clark Fork and protecting it like a fortress made by Mother Nature.
Last night I fell asleep to the sound of wind rushing through the valley, and rain drops the size of closed fists playing percussion on her metal roof while I watched lightening snap down behind the mountains and listened through the rain as the clouds grumbled with thunder. (The above photo is of the storm moving in over the Lake.)
I love summer storms. I love the sound of rain. It reminds me of home. It reminds me of the Puget Sound. Rain tapping against my window pane is one of my favorite songs to fall asleep to!