out of the blue

I'm in the apartment, surrounded by three different directions of sound. From my open bedroom window come the sounds of thunder from the storm that is passing to the North. From the kitchen, the sound of a kettle softly warbling as it turns to a full boil. From the window by the couch, the sounds of rain and of cars splashing down the street. Josh is on the couch reading Life of Pi by Yann Martel. I'm in the brown chair reading War for the Oaks, by Emma Bull, and the mood fits.