Thunderstorms remind me of home, or, to be more specific (and simultaneously vague), the idea of home. The lightning and cracking thunder never scared me, but always remind me of a dark room and a bed with myself and her. We hold each other softly and comfortably and just drift in each others’ arms in safety, comfort, and knowing. Falling asleep to the sound of rain drops and nature and the sound of the other. And suddenly it is autumn, suddenly everything is ok and as it should be.
Sufjan Stevens – The Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades Is Out To Get Us
Chris Bathgate – Yes, I’m Cold
The Killers – Change Your Mind
The Weepies – Gotta Have You
Peter Gabriel – Book of Love