no old man snoring

I found myself ready for a little drizzle in my life; a little cleansing wetness.  I didn't know there would be this kind of downpour.  Which exciting storm do I chase?

Should I take to the road and follow the tempest that will whip and whirl with a frenzy, but merely die out quickly?  Or, should I follow the hearty cloudburst; the type of storm that feeds and nurtures the earth?

One will leave me on the road and still looking for that lustrate rain.  The other might just end with the comfort of a warm hearth into the long black night. 

For now, I will fix on the former.  There will always be more rain.  There will always be a chance for the comforting fire as well.

I have old sayings and childrens' rhymes dancing in my head. 

Always remember to wear a raincoat when chasing storms.