The perfect night

Last night was one of those nights - the world was quiet, a cool breeze flowed through the apartment, and it was storming. Not one of those violent, quick storms - but a slow, gentle one that lasted all night. I was up reading, my husband was snoring next to me, and the cats were all curled up. One of the best things about a rainy night is that it seems to calm the neighborhood, no motorcycles zooming by, no shouting on the streets, just quiet all around you, except for the sound of the rain falling. All was right with the world.