storms

Sunday June 13, 2010

One of my favorite memories from college is of dancing in the rain during a summer storm.

I was driving home from Target after working a late shift. It must have been around 10:30 or 11:00 at night and as I was in the car, torrential downpour let loose from the heavens. I'm talking thunder and lightening and sheets of rain. It was awesome! I LOVE summer storms because the air is warm enough that the rain doesn't make you cold. I pulled into the cul de sac in front of our ghetto apartment on Wheaton Ct. and by the time I ran from the car to the door, I was soaked. I burst into the house where my roommates were cuddled up in the living room and told them to come on! We were going to go puddle stomping in the rain!

So, we stripped down to bras and boxers and went running and dancing and twirling in the storm. It was one of those moments when you feel so incredibly alive, like you can feel every nerve in your body tingling with excitement and joy. I've never laughed so hard in my life.

I thought of that night on Wheaton Ct. today as I was hiking through the park. In the span of a few minutes, the sky went from bright and sunny to dark as night. Thunder rumbled through the trees and in seconds rain pounded the leaves and the dirt in front of me turned to mud. I laughed as Mya took off running into the trees for cover from the storm. But, as suddenly as it started, the rain suddenly stopped and the sun poked back out from behind the clouds.





It never ceases to amaze me how quickly things can change and how fast time sweeps by. And yet, on weekends like this, when I'm counting the minutes until Austin gets home, time also seems to drag. Only 3 more hours and 13 minutes....