| | The rain is a bumblebee buzz, the trees outside all bending down from the sting of it. Like Katrina has decided to revisit for a brief moment. They are all oblivious. The XBox, the computer, knitting... I am studying Spanish verbs on my bed, glancing outside the window at the swaying when the lightning and thunder crack across the sky. Missing them. The them, oblivious in their halfgrown impossibly too quick bodies, in the other room. The thundery days when all four small, warm bodies piled into my bed to chatter excitedly about anything and everything from the first raindrop. Until the thunder would sound and all four would go silent and then leap, gasping as close to me as possible. Bursting out into giggles when it was done. Today their chatter is their own and I wonder how I ever wished for silence. But then, it crackles. So far away at first, moving closer, louder and louder. Until it sounds, so big and bold, with a crack of a whip that shakes the glass of my window. They go quiet and I imagine their collective gasp. I try not to hold my own breath in hope of the patter of their not so small feet. The running...that I do hear from the hall and the kitchen...towards me. One...two...three...four...pushing into the doors and each other. The mattress bouncing as they leap onto the bed and so close to me. And all I can think is Thank You. |
| | Posted 5/8/2009 9:47 AM - 852 Views - 36 eProps - 22 comments
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