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Free Personal Narratives: Stormy Days - My Paradise

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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.

In this essay, the author

  • Narrates how their eight-year-old brother had planned on spending the weekend outdoors, playing and exploring. mothers generally don't allow these adventures on stormy days.
  • Describes how they felt content when they awoke to the sounds of "drip, drip, drop" on their window pane. they watched large drops of rain pour down the plastic little tikes slide on the back patio.
  • Describes how the rain brought out the homemaker in them. they read three books, wrote in their journal, watched doris day film twice, baked cookies, and sipped hot chocolate.
  • Describes how watching the sky light up from their living room window was better than fireworks on the fourth of july. roller coaster rides don't even compare to the ecstasy of rolling thunder.
  • Describes how they enjoyed snuggling on the couch with their toddler daughters, jenny beth and juliana, and entertained them with finger paints, coloring books and bubbles in the bath tub.
  • Narrates how they rented three new-release videos and watched them during the weekend. yard work had to wait for better weather, errands were put aside until after the rain.
  • Explains that carlos and i experience their intimate times during rainy weather. there is no guilt. we can bask in the glory of indoor heating, rolling thunder, pouring rain, and cuddling.
  • Opines that paulie, their little brother, doesn't understand the joy to be had in a rainy day. he is too young to understand that the rain brings the rainbow.
  • Opines that they will tell their brother that the day after the rain there is a greater abundance of creepy crawlers to entertain their eight-year-old mind.
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