Rain Never Leave

... A STRONG THUNDERSTORM WILL MOVE ACROSS DUPLIN... ONSLOW AND JONES COUNTIES THROUGH 930 PM EDT...

AT 845 PM EDT... DOPPLER RADAR INDICATED A STRONG THUNDERSTORM OVER POTTERS HILL... OR ABOUT 15 MILES NORTHWEST OF HALF MOON... MOVING NORTHEAST AT 30 MPH.

HAZARDS INCLUDE... GUSTY WINDS OF 30 TO 40 MPH.

SEEK SHELTER IN A NEARLY BUILDING OR VEHICLE. STRONG WINDS ARE CAPABLE OF KNOCKING DOWN SMALL TREES AND BLOWING AROUND TRASH CANS... POTTED PLANTS... LAWN FURNITURE AND OTHER LIGHT OUTDOOR OBJECTS.

This is what I was greeted with this afternoon by the sometimes hated Weather.com. It also scrolled across my tv distracting me from yelling at Obama to hurry up his Presidential Address so I could find out the finalists on The Voice. The house was light up with lightning and surrounded by claps of thunder. Blinkin seemed unaffected sleeping in his unorthodox napping location on the dolphin coffee table. The dogs' barks echoed through the yard and could be heard in the living room. Dels was nowhere to be found, but most likely sleeping under someone's bed. During all this, I could hear the rain. 

I've always loved the rain. I believe falling asleep to the sound of rainfall is just about the most perfect way possible. I've been known to take walks in the downpour just to be in the rain, other times to help me with some emotional distress. Spending an hour in the pouring rain heals my broken heart time and time again, even a chipped knuckle or two. I'm the type of girl you'll find dancing in a field during a rainstorm to feel the earth move around her. For some reason I've always felt more at peace underneath all those rain clouds.

Yes Kind Sir, Please Continue...

I've got ink on the brain, so I decided it's tattoo day. I'm going to show some skin and sketches of my work. I should start at the beginning...

I was a young girl of 14 and wanted someone to shove a ink dipped needle into my flesh repeatedly. I was such a strange child and having a tattoo covered mother, I got my wish. A month before my 15th birthday I was brought to a parlor and told to pick what I wanted. This happened in New York where the age is 16 but being friends with the artist caused him not to ask too many questions. I sat down, he shaved my back, and took the pain like a goddamn trooper. This is the glorious result.