We’ve been experiencing several days of passing storms, making spring plants happy and this storm lover happy too. There’s something exciting about a gentle disturbance in the air. Perhaps it’s the blackened sky against newly emerged chartreuse leaves. Perhaps it’s the low moans of the sky, a sound you cannot pinpoint from which it begins. Or maybe it’s the way wildlife behaves… that one chorus frog calling for a mate under a tempest sky at such a moment, romantic.
My dad instilled a deep love for storms in me when I was a child. We used to sit outside at night and watch them approach from afar, oohing and aahing over the streaks of lightning in the sky getting closer, closer. We knew it was time to run in when the wind kicked up.
I’ve in turn passed my love for storms to my children.
My daughter and I would regularly text each other if one of us heard some crackling of thunder, excited to share the news. “Get ready! It’s coming your way!”
One of my favorite memory is celebrating rain with my son who was around 7 or 8 years old. During one steady rainfall with no lightning involved, I invited him to sit on the driveway with me (criss-cross applesauce). We let the heavy rain soak us from head to toe and laughed the whole entire time. That was an amazing experience.
I hope you too can see the joy in a gentle storm.
Christine
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