Sharing  A Storm

A slight shift in the wind, a feeling of change in the air.
A storm is brewing.
I glance outside to see the trees turn their leaves against the coming rage of nature.  The wind picks up as a low rumble of thunder is heard in the distance.  You can smell it coming.  Smell the charge in the air, smell the rain coming.
I love storms.  The falling rain.  Nothing is more peaceful than to sit and listen to the sound of the falling rain hitting the grass.  I love to sit on my porch and watch the storms coming in.  Watching the storm in it's worst rage.
Lightening strikes suddenly, the thunder is closer.  Birds and animals head for shelter, they can feel it coming too.
The black clouds are here, the wind howls and the rain comes.  A hard rain, a rain that is soaked up into the thirsty soil, giving the earth a much needed drink of nourishing water. 
I find my spot on the porch swing and rock back and forth to the rhythm of my heart.  My soul finding peace in this storm.  My children peek out the door to find me, they smile and run out to join me, jumping up on either side of me.  I wrap my arms around them both as we three sit in silence and watch the storm rocking now the the rhythm of all three of our hearts.  Lightening strikes again.  Closer this time.  The bolt coming down close enough to give the air a smell of charged electricity.  A gust of wind blows towards us, bringing with it a light curtain of rain.  I close my eyes and let it hit my face, drinking in the coolness of the air and water.  I offer a silent prayer to our Father for giving us this blessing.  The blessing of rain.  My children huddle closer, the fear of the storm grabbing ahold of them.  I whisper "Shhhh, its ok." and they calm, both of them resting their heads on my shoulders as we snuggle closer.  My eyes fill with sudden tears and my heart feels as though it will burst from all of the love within it.  I offer another silent prayer to our Father for giving the blessing of my children.
There is nothing better in this world than snuggling to a storm with your children.  All else can wait.  Children grow up too fast, they grow up afraid of storms.  It isn't too late to say "Shhhhh, its ok." and share a storm with them.

Copyright Carol Sept. 2000

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