I've always loved thunderstorms. I love how the whole world outside my window becomes dark as the clouds roll in and thunder rumbles in the distance. I grab whatever blanket is nearby, curl into my chair, and just watch the rain come down in torrents.
It always gives me a sense of awe and peace. I am drawn into the scene outside and contemplate my life. I usually feel a smile on my face.
During one of my brother's visits, he decided to treat our family to a dining out experience. I warned him of the boisterous nature of his nephews and what it is like to bring them out into public, but being blinded by his love for them, he shrugged it off and proceeded to plop us all in the van.
We decided to go to a place where there is an all-you-can-eat buffet. We had all finally sat down with our food when the skies opened up with a crack of thunder and lightning and the rains came pouring in.
We had been living in the semi-desert for a couple years and realizing early on its lack of precipitation, we were all over-joyed to look out the window and see the outpouring. It was dark and occasionally lit up from the jagged streaks of lightning. We watched as cars had to pull over and people rushed to their cars getting soaked by the minute.
Inside the restaurant, I looked around the table at my husband, my boys, and my brother. I remember the usual feeling of contentment sweep over me as thunder cracked right over the restaurant. My brother got up and came back with luscious marinated mushrooms for me to eat. He knew how much I love them.
I smiled as I looked at Doc and the boys, watching them dig into mouth-watering food. Days like these I cherish. Normally, I don't remember the every day stuff, but the combination of the storm, my brother's thoughtfulness, and my joy of being surrounded by my family was enough to make an impression on me for a long time.
It always gives me a sense of awe and peace. I am drawn into the scene outside and contemplate my life. I usually feel a smile on my face.
During one of my brother's visits, he decided to treat our family to a dining out experience. I warned him of the boisterous nature of his nephews and what it is like to bring them out into public, but being blinded by his love for them, he shrugged it off and proceeded to plop us all in the van.
We decided to go to a place where there is an all-you-can-eat buffet. We had all finally sat down with our food when the skies opened up with a crack of thunder and lightning and the rains came pouring in.
We had been living in the semi-desert for a couple years and realizing early on its lack of precipitation, we were all over-joyed to look out the window and see the outpouring. It was dark and occasionally lit up from the jagged streaks of lightning. We watched as cars had to pull over and people rushed to their cars getting soaked by the minute.
Inside the restaurant, I looked around the table at my husband, my boys, and my brother. I remember the usual feeling of contentment sweep over me as thunder cracked right over the restaurant. My brother got up and came back with luscious marinated mushrooms for me to eat. He knew how much I love them.
I smiled as I looked at Doc and the boys, watching them dig into mouth-watering food. Days like these I cherish. Normally, I don't remember the every day stuff, but the combination of the storm, my brother's thoughtfulness, and my joy of being surrounded by my family was enough to make an impression on me for a long time.
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