The thunder and lightening is so close to our house that you can not count between the rumble and the flash. So I dim lights which starts the bedtime ritual a little faster than it normally should. I wonder around in my pjs with the front door and window open so I can watch the storm and the cool air swirls around me...moist and smokey from the fires that my neighboors lite tonight to ward off the chill.
It is here. My favorite part of Autumn...the first rain storm.
I fight the urge to dance in it, drive in it, scream towards heaving in it. Instead I take the baby out for a second to show her rain and her face lights up. It's genetic. Her father and I both love the rain.
After she is tucked safely in a warm dry place I find myself sitting at home chopping at the bit, oh to run through the rain, to dance under the stars, to splash the bottoms of my jeans wet with cold muddy water and then retreat into the warmth of my home.