We had our first thunderstorm of our spring of two-thousand and eleven. It was ah-mazing. I have always loved storms, for as long as I can remember. I like to open up my bedroom window so that I can smell the storm coming and so that I can hear the rain and the thunder. Every single thing about a thunderstorm makes me smile, makes me relax, and makes me just want to cuddle up with a book and a cup of steamy hot tea or cocoa.