The wind picked up and the temperature dropped. I saw darkness approaching from the south. I saw the lightning and heard the thunder. My body was a mixture of excitement and fear. I waited for the shouts of anger and frustration as the rain poured down and soaked us. The storm was coming.
Just minutes before my little girl had been playing football with some other little kids. I smiled as they tossed the ball and chased each other in circles. I laughed as they tripped and fell on each other and rolled in the grass. He reached down to give her hand getting up. I watched as he awkwardly put his arm around her and patted her on the back. I watched very closely when she grinned at him with an awkward smile and his cheeks turned red.
“I think they are flirting with each other!” I told his mom.
She said, “Yeah” and we stared at other in disbelief. We heard the thunder. It was loud and clear. We both looked at the ground and sat for a few minutes in silence.
A dark cloud was making its way toward my peaceful existence. It was honing in, moving slowly but steadily, waiting for the right moment. It isn’t here yet but it will be. I am not welcoming it but I am not fighting. Fighting would be in vain. All I can do is sit here and wait, and hope she’s a lot smarter than I was.
June 28th, 2007 at 4:56 pm
Is anybody ever smart in that storm?
June 28th, 2007 at 5:15 pm
there’s a clever pun in there somewhere… about silver linings and weather reports, rubber boots and stormchasers… but, my brain’s plum tuckered out from making forts and serving high tea under the kitchen table…
June 29th, 2007 at 4:48 am
I wish I was there, I think I might be.
June 30th, 2007 at 9:29 pm
Whit - Nope. But I can hope can’t I?
Mamazilla - I tried for one myself and it just wasn’t working. Not a good day for clever puns.
Anthony - Where do you wish you were?