Sunday, May 22, 2011

Rain

Pitter Patter Pitter Patter...
Slash!
Boom!


They cluster around the window
Awed at nature
Exclaiming at each new strike


Soon the experience calls and we must go outside to really feel the power and smell the storm.
Weeks of rain
Long grass
Weeds
Flooding
They think nothing of these things.  
Just the crash, the boom, and the sweet smell of rain.
Dad reads Eight Cousins

 
We are safe and warm inside. 

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