Rainstorm

I always love watching a thunder-boomer roll in, but this morning is exceptional… Kids and kittens running through the yard before the rain line hits, warm toasty coffee in hand, and bringing warmth to my body amidst a cool wind, and the potent scent of basil, thyme, tarragon, mint and oregano wafting upon the breeze. Flowers dancing in the are of the storm, daring it to rain. Good morning indeed!

The gentle rumblings of thunder on every side, drawing curiosity and wonder as to what direction the storm will actually hit from. Playful birds, (Martin or Swallow, I cannot quite tell) expertly surf the wind as the heavy drops begin to be flung from the sky.

And finally, the RAIN! Every green thing in the yard dances ith delight as the big wet drops tickle their leaves and drench their roots! The smell of wet earth rejoicing after the sweltering heat of summer!

But alas, I am not a plant. The cold rain, though desperately welcomed, does not delight my now goosebump-laden skin. I am driven inside, for the little porch is not quite shelter enough to keep me dry; inside, where the sweet sounds and scents of good, hearty breakfast are heard as the kids fill their morning void with lovely things, love-made things, homemade and wholesome. All creation continues its rain dance as the line moves through. Oh, such a good morning, indeed!

-SF

7/30/25