During storms I like to light candles. And turn off all the lights. And enjoy feeling the raw power of Mother Nature envelope me – filling my senses.
My five girls sit by the windows, watching and waiting. Watching the raindrops plunge heavily downward, using the grass and flowers and little red wagon as trampolines. Waiting for my “OK” (for the lightning and thunder to pass) to run outside – barefoot, of course – and cover each other with globs of mud and then rinse that mud off in the torrential downpour.
I know I should use this time when they go outside to tidy up the inside. Five girls trying to occupy themselves all day as the rain falls creates quite the pink and purple
clutter nuclear disaster destruction area.
But I don’t. I do something else. I slip off my froggy sock-slippers. And I join the girls in the rain and the mud.
And there’s really only one rule…
“Don’t drip water on the floor when you go back inside…there’ll be weird clean spots….”
One of my dearest friends is Ken Rohling – who is the most gifted photographer I have ever had the pleasure to meet (next to my dad, of course) – and I am truly honored to have him in my life. I’d like to share with you one of his amazing works of art. It is a breathtaking photo of the weather here in upstate New York yesterday. (In the end, it was just some rain, some wind, and a little hail).