I’m sitting here listening to the umpteenth rain storm of the Summer. But for some reason this one reminded me of my Dad…I don’t know if it’s because it was loud or what exactly it was that jogged the memory, but it did.
I’ve always loved rainstorms…the louder the better, the more lightening the better, the more thunder the better. I got hit with a vision of my Dad, in his robe stretched out on a couch under the big picture window on Murietta. He would long for rainy days when he didn’t have to go anywhere and could just sit and enjoy the fact that there wasn’t much he could do other than read a book, in his robe, on the couch, under a big picture window, with a storm blowing past outside.
Yeah, I love the rainstorms…even the bigger, scarier ones we have in North Dakota, cuz they always seem to remind me of Dad.
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Your post reminds me how much I miss the rain in New Mexico. Las Vegas rain storms do not last long nor are they frequent.