Thursday, July 16, 2009

Rain.

I was sitting at my desk when I heard thunder. Before I could check the weather map, the rain started to fall. There's a small storm headed our way. It reminds me of the summer afternoon showers I remember as a kid. Seemed like every day, a freak storm would "come up a cloud" and force us inside all hot and sweaty. It wasn't the rain that worried us, but all the tall pines that surrounded the house. One by one, lightning took them out. Today, there's a stand of 3 left.

I remember the storms from my grandmother's trailer too. We'd sit inside that metal box baking during the summer, too hot to be outside. But her front porch, during a rainstorm, was packed with grandkids and aunts and uncles. It was cool and moist. And just like now, moments after it began, the sun would come back out.

1 comment:

Jim-The Gaudy Garden said...

This makes me think of when I was six with sandy wet feet playing in puddles after a storm. Great post!