If a thunderstorm was coming in from the west we would watch the lightning over a nearby city and then the wall of rain would travel over the river to us. I used to absolutely love to watch that, and I still lam in awe of the beauty of a strong thunderstorm.
We would wait until the last possible second and then leave the (METAL) screen house and run for the house, laughing.
Maybe it's because the storm woke me at four a.m., and I couldn't fall back asleepn and I'm so tired, but all of my rainy day memories seem like SO long ago. They almost don't even feel mine anymore.
Carly(via Blackberry)
1 comment:
I love to get nostalgic. This was the sweetest little post. I too recall sitting on the porch and watching a distant storm approach us... then running inside JUST AFTER the first few droplets nail us. Great fun.
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