17. we'd sit on the front porch and watch storms roll in.

we'd sit on the front porch, me in a rocking chair, him at my feet,
and watch the summer storms roll in, until the rain was so hard
and the thunder cracks so loud we'd be moved to take cover
inside. we'd emerge post-storm and look for rainbows and inhale
the cleansing and refreshing scent of summer rain.