Izzy who does not love thunder
The sound of rain
I have lived several places in my life. Not a ton like some people but two specifically that are very different from one another. Texas and Wyoming. One of my very first memories is from Wyoming. I was in kindergarten and the school had all the classes stop and go into the atrium. We all sat down and waited to see why they had pulled every one out of class. We were given one instruction. "Listen to the sound of rain." since that day perhaps because of it I have loved the sound of rain. As we moved to Texas it was no longer a novelty. It seemed as if everyone took it for granted but to me it always takes me back to when someone decided that the sound of rain was essential to the education of elementary students.
The promise of rain
Last night while playing with my puppies outside I noticed that it felt like rain coming. You might know the feeling. Suddenly the atmosphere seems a bit dangerous, the wind picks up and you just know. I looked up at the sky I saw that there were no clouds. Suddenly I felt that maybe I was wrong. All the weather reports I had seen had not called for rain but deep in me I just knew. This reminds me if how my life has felt for the last while. A bit dangerous with a sense of urgency to get things done. To strip away the things that are not important and to get ready for the storm. When I look around me I see no clouds, no reports that something is going to change and honestly I am hesitant to actually prepare because it feels like if I do than things will really happen. But I think the waiting time is over. I am ready to trust and dance in the rain.
So these are my oh so tired musing I had at 5 this morning to the sound of rain and barking dogs! Eventually Izzy gave up and came to me for pets and Kip he never really left my side.