The sound of distant thunder rumbled across the mountains. It had been threatening rain all day with heavy gray clouds pushing across the sky. Spits of rain had made their way from the clouds intermittently, but the girls and I were still dry.
I was feeling good, knowing we would have an early dinner tonight. It seems I have spent every spare moment outside these days – it feels good, really good. But that means there is less time for the indoor work, like cooking and cleaning. Carl and I had argued good-naturedly over who would be responsible for the yard work and the housework. Neither of us wanted to be indoors.
Dinner was already in the oven, and the aroma of fresh garlic, thyme, and rosemary filled the kitchen. Potatoes were washed and ready for boiling and mashing, the salads were made, and Carl would be back from the city later, with broccoli for steaming.
Lightening cracked, followed quickly by a boom of thunder. The girls squealed and ran for cover under the porch. I was hurrying to finish evening chores – putting my gardening tools away and checking the rabbit’s food and water.
A wind gust blew and the air changed from the heavy humid blanket that had enveloped us all day to a cool crisp breeze. The rain started in earnest now, and the girls and I huddled under the porch together, jostling for position on the one porch chair to watch the storm sweep over the mountains.
More lightning strikes followed by claps of thunder. Suddenly the wind and rain increased, and we scurried inside to escape the torrential downpour blowing across the field. Snuggled together on the couch, we watched through the windows as the storm raged outside.
The girls were excited and content, all at once. There is something powerful in the energy of storms, and we sense it within ourselves. Our bodies are electrical-chemical wonders, every beat of our heart the movement of positive ions moving across a membrane, producing an electrical charge which in turn stimulates our heart muscles to contract. Perhaps the electricity in the clouds was connecting with our hearts.
Eventually the storm moved past, we had our dinner by candlelight, and the happy sounds of frogs at the creek sang us to sleep. More rain came over night, this time arriving peacefully. In the morning I awoke early to sunshine. For some reason, I hurried from bed, grabbed my camera, and barefoot on the soggy ground I made my way around the yard, capturing the beauty of spring rain and sunshine.
Peace to you, in whatever season you are.