Stormy Days - My Paradise
"Oh, Man! I hate the rain!" my eight-year-old brother said. He had planned on spending the weekend outdoors, playing and exploring. I could understand his disappointment. An eight-year-old boy would much rather be outdoors catching disgusting creatures, riding bikes, and playing ball. Mothers generally don't allow these adventures on stormy days. He knew he was out of luck.
I, on the other hand, felt content when I awoke to the sounds of "drip, drop, drip, drop" on my window pane. I looked out the sliding glass door and watched large drops of rain pour down the plastic Little Tikes slide on the back patio. Each drop appeared to be racing toward the bottom before the others. I loved watching the "drip races." My siblings and I used to bet on the drips. My mind was revisiting my childhood. The rain always does that to me. Nostalgia, my favorite emotion.
Feeling content, I put on my slippers, made a cup of hot chocolate, grabbed my book, and snuggled under a warm blanket. I was looking forward to a great day indoors. Guilt free, too.
Much to my brother's dismay, the weather remained stormy the entire weekend and throughout the following week. His sorrow was my happiness. I read three books, wrote in my journal, watched my favorite Doris Day film twice, and remained in my PJ's most of the day. I also baked cookies, ate them, and sipped hot chocolate with marshmallows. The rain brings out the homemaker in me.
For three days in a row, the evening brought fabulous lightning and thunder shows. Watching the sky light up from my living room window was better than fireworks on the fourth of July. The house rumbled and sent an adrenaline rush through my body. Roller coaster rides don't even compare to the ecstasy of rolling thunder.
I enjoyed snuggling on the couch with my toddler daughters, Jenny Beth and Juliana. We read books and watched Disney Sing-along videos. We turned on music and danced. I entertained them with finger paints, coloring books, and bubbles in the bath tub. Rainy days always make me feel like an excellent mom. My children get to do all the things that they don't normally do. Everything is a treat. Rain brings out the best in all three of us. I taught them about "drip races." They didn't understand; some day they will. In the afternoons, I lay down with them to take a cat nap.
Halfway up it was beginning to look doubtful, the wind was picking up and everyone was getting out rain gear to prepare for the storm. I voiced my doubts to Phil and he said we might as well keep going until the lighting got too close. So we did. The thunder grew in volume and the echoes magnified the noise to a dull roar sometimes. Then suddenly it began to ebb. The wind died down and lightening came less frequently. I exchanged relieved looks with Phil after a bit, but kept the pace up--I didn’t want to take chances. Eventually it hit us, but by then it was nothing more then a heavy rain. We kept moving, if slower, and made it over the ridge with no other problems. That night I enjoyed the meal a little more and slept a little deeper realizing how much is important that easily goes unnoticed until something threatens to take it away.
“I just need a break in the clouds, a little rain.”- Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy
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It was finally fall break. I was visiting my grandma for a few days. Well past dinnertime, I pulled up to the white stately home in northern rural Iowa. I parked my car, unloaded my bag and pillow, and crunched through the leaves to the front porch. The porch was just how I had seen it last; to the right, a small iron table and chairs, along with an old antique brass pole lamp, and on the left, a flowered glider that I have spent many a summer afternoon on, swaying back and forth, just thinking.
The thunder is now distant and passing away. The storm outside turns into soft, lighter rain, symbolic of the storm ending.
As the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play "One", I thought to my self, "Is this real, am I actually here right now?" I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
The water beats at the bank feel gently, and resides carefully to avoid over soaking it. The air is fresh and overwhelming with cool gushes of wind blowing past, provoking the trees to yawn and some times sleep. It was a lovely Valentine day and perfect for a picnic at Lake Lavon.
Unfortunately, it was a dark and cold rainy day which made it difficult with the rain soaking our clothes and all of our equipment. But aside from that, the rain didn’t seem to bother me or anyone else for that matter. Instead we had a slight appreciation for the rain, as if it was mimicking the melancholy feeling that we felt. It always seemed as if our camping trip couldn’t come soon enough, and then when it finally did arrive it was as if it was gone too soon. As the rain started to pour down we loaded everything in the car as fast as we could and we gathered ourselves inside. We watched out the back window as we drove away from the campground, seeing it dissipate in the distance. On our ride home we all felt a little nostalgic and talked about favorite memories of the trip and what we’d do next year. The drive was about 3 hours away from our house and somewhere along the way I fell asleep on Alicia’s shoulder while listening to Taylor Swift. I remember feeling as if I was still drifting in the soft waves of the water, and the thought of that relaxed me into a peaceful sleep. When I finally arrived at home I rushed into the living room where my parents were waiting on the couch to hear all about the awesome experiences I had on my trip. After that I went into my room to call Alicia, and we stayed on the phone with each other while we marked our calendars together to begin the countdown for our camping trip next
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
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I awoke to the sun piercing through the screen of my tent while stretching my arms out wide to nudge my friend Alicia to wake up. “Finally!” I said to Alicia, the countdown is over. As I unzip the screen door and we climb out of our tent, I’m embraced with the aroma of campfire burritos that Alicia’s mom Nancy was preparing for us on her gargantuan skillet. While we wait for our breakfast to be finished, me and Alicia, as we do every morning, head to the front convenient store for our morning french vanilla cappuccino. On our walk back to the campsite we always take a short stroll along the lake shore to admire the incandescent sun as it shines over the gleaming dark blue water. This has become a tradition that we do every morning together
My dad and sister watched television, my mom crocheted, and I worked on my Kinderbuch for German class. As usual, everyone but me fell asleep. At 10:30, we packed all of our things into the back of the Tahoe and pulled around to he front to return the keys.