Thunderstorm

Rain in the desert is a rare and beautiful event. Yesterday, as night fell, lightning rimmed the valley, and even crackled directly overhead. Thunder scared the kids. Rain fell so heavily that roads filled with dirt and rocks from the overflow.

Up went the garage door and my bedroom window flew open. Hubby and N watched the storm from the garage,while A, S, and I watched while cuddling on the bed, as rainspray got my pillows wet. A half-hour of silence where there was no need to talk, no need to entertain, no need to do anything but appreciate a thunderstorm and feel safe in each other's arms. A simple night with no radio, no television, no frantic chores. Just listening to Nature grumble, feeling the cool rain, and smelling the ozone and wet creosote.

Simple, but memorable.