text: I Used To Love A Rainy Night - Divorce Diaries
  I Used To Love A Rainy Night
  It rained like crazy last night, beginning with a clap of thunder that woke me from my sleep, pounding against the windows with the wind singing along. I got up to check on the kids, re-tucking covers and making sure the thunder didn't wake them, too. Beatrix the cat followed me from room to room, and then settled at my side when I climbed back into bed. I stared out my window at the rain, and I had to admit it to myself.
  I missed Peter.
  I love rainstorms, and I always have. There's just something so romantic about rain. Maybe my Mom shouldn't have raised me on Gene Kelly musicals. Maybe I shouldn't have seen "Spiderman". I just love the sound of it in the background, the smell of it in the air, and the thunder added just the right touch of drama.
  When Peter was here, I used to curl up next to him with my head on his chest, listening to his heart as the rain pattered away, watching the lightening flashes reflect off his profile. He was always so warm that I never noticed the chill, if there was any.
  Last night I just stared at the empty place beside me, and I felt really lonely. He walked out and into someone else's arms, and I get to watch the rain with no one to keep me warm. The unfairness of it all had me crying for a few moments, then I got ahold of myself and got mad for crying over that man yet again.