Today, I’m writing with the Five Minute Friday community writing group, and this week’s word is RAIN. If you’d like to join in (or just to read other great bloggers’ work), the linkup is here.
When I was a kid growing up in the sticks of Virginia, my mom would excitedly let my brother, sister, and I hang out on our front porch so we could watch as dark storm clouds rolled in. Since our porch was covered, we felt perfectly safe under the roof even as hail balls the size of quarters pelted our front lawn. Because of my mom being so excited for the storms, I never had a fear of those cracks of lightning or window-rattling booms of thunder. I can’t however, say the same, for our dog Shep. He was grateful we all piled onto the porch so he could weave around our laps for reassuring pets on the head and ear scratches. Yesterday, a storm cloud was right over our house, yet the sun was bright in the sky just behind us. I excitedly ran into my 2-year-old’s room and lifted up the shades so we both could see the sun glistening through the fat raindrops. We then ran outside into the downpour so we could look for a rainbow. We came back inside soaked and happy, despite not finding a rainbow.