Did you guys know it was suppose to rain today? A clap of thunder just scared me to death as I was sitting here, and it’s like the storm is overhead, continuous LOUD thunders are making me jumpy. The rain is weird, almost like a spritz, not big drops. And this, of course, on the first day in over two months that I watered my plants and flowers and re-filled his Froggie Pool. (which looks like perhaps I didn’t put a hole in after all. Just really stretched out the plastic.) Wow, a really loud clap made me jump out of my chair and I felt all tingly and wondered briefly if I’d been struck by lightening being as I’m sitting right next to a window.
The child in me is awake now and cries to go outside and stand with my daddy and watch the beautiful harshness of nature erupt outside. I remember my mom would get so mad at my dad for letting me be outside with him as she sat in the bath tub with the screaming twins. Ahh sweet memories, I must go outside with Summit and let him experience it too.
The drops are sweetly hot on our skin and I walk along the warm concrete and feel the water with my bare feet. Summit is unsure at first, but then becomes ecstatic from the deep excitement inside of me which is contagious. Some neighbors are across the street and we briefly have eye contact- a quick bonding over the joy of a summer rain after a long dry spell. The trees across the street suddenly are bending in the wind and dead branches fall with the rain, littering the yards, and I safely retreat back to the my porch. A cold, cold wind hits our faces and I wonder how far that wind traveled to refresh me on this hot day.
The water cascades off my roof like a waterfall and I’m thankful for the clogged gutters that made this possible. I feel like I’m in a cave behind the water and when I touch it, it’s as warm as a shower. Summit reaches out too, then retracts his hand quickly and grins up at me. The thunder starts up again, so loud that I think it’s a miracle that Summit is still smiling. To be safe I decide to go back inside, both of us drenched, to enjoy the shower from inside.
So now I’m back at my desk, watching the tall trees in my back yard with a wary eye as they move and shake in the wind. My cathedral looks like it’s in an earthquake. My shirt is damp, and my jeans are soaked, but it’s wonderful. I have to go now to play with my happy, happy baby who is trying to entice me to come play with him with his charming noises. I, of course, am so easily won by him.