Listening to the storm...

A while back a storm rolled through, and I perched Lailah up on her window sill to watch and listen. She's not very fond of thunder, but she's been trying really hard lately to be brave with the things she doesn't care for. She kept saying in a tiny voice "I love the rain", and with all the bravery she could muster "I love the thunder." Her eyes got distant and I wished I could climb into her head to hear her thoughts.