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Thursday, October 16, 2008

The rain is pattering lightly against our windowpane as I sit in the quiet and work on my current crochet project. As I listened to the soft rain with the occasional grumble of thunder, I thought how much I love a thunderstorm. It always takes me to a place when I was in elementary school. It was the end of a school day, and pouring down rain. I thought I had to walk home (12 blocks--kids did that back then), and wasn't looking forward to it. But when I pushed through the school doors, my mom rushed up and ushered me under an enormous umbrella to the car. When we got home, the house was warm (and dry), and chili bubbled in a big kettle on the stove.

I have no idea why that memory has stuck with me, but it is a wonderful memory in my mind. I felt safe, protected and loved.

I think it's interesting how a smell, a sound, a storm, whatever, can invoke a different memory or thought for each of us.

So what does a storm make you think of? A gothic home covered in twisty vines and sleepy shutters? A homey, comfortable time with family? A moment of sheer abandon when you ran through the rain and stomped through puddles, not caring what anyone thought? A walk in the rain with the one you love? The worst hair day in the history of your life? 

What's your story?

By the way, my daughter is 31 years old today!!!!  HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMBER!!!  I am blessed to be your mom!!!! Love you!

Diann Hunt  
posted at 10:46 AM  
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At 2:02 AM, Blogger Beth said...

Storms make me think of when I was a child and we would watch them coming over the hill from Mum & Dad's big bedroom windows. The hills would look a little bit purple and we would count the time between lightning flashes and thunder.
I could see it from my bedroom window too, but it seemed more spectacular from Mum & Dad's.

At 5:44 AM, Blogger SketchGirl said...

I love rain! Rain makes me want to curl up with a good book or snuggle back under the covers! Except when it starts to flood your house. Had that beginning of this year. It was an adventure just waiting to see how much higher the water would rise. The clean up was not fun :(

At 10:19 AM, Blogger Amber Zimmerman said...

I love thunderstorms - they make me want to light candles and eat a bowl of chili and cozy up to a movie. I am my mother. ;)

At 10:51 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

LOL, Amber! We certainly are alike! :-) We love you, sweetie!

Great memory, Beth!

Wow, Sketch girl, I hadn't thought of the flood thing! I'm sure that wasn't fun. But the rain still brings on a good feeling to you, right? You don't groan when you see it rain because of the memories of the flood? Just curious.

At 1:21 PM, Blogger Tiff (Amber Miller) Stockton said...

Oooh, thunderstorms! As long as I'm safe inside, curled up with a book or mug of hot cocoa or herbal tea, I love them. :) I remember counting the seconds between lightning and thunder and guessing how far away the strike was. I remember watching the storms roll across the field from a big bay window of a childhood home. I remember being caught in a torrential downpour at the end of a camping trip and drought period where we had to pull over and wait because we couldn't see 5 feet in front of us. And I dream of one day being able to sit on my front porch in a rocker and listen to a rainshower, smelling the fresh scent of renewal that follows. Ok, so the scent follows any storm, but a wide front porch and a rocking chair is still a dream. :)

At 7:37 AM, Blogger Lisa Jordan said...

I hate thunderstorms. When I was a young teenager, a tree fell on our house that caused a chain reaction that impacted my life. Not happy times.

A good memory of a thunderstorm is when I was growing up, my grandparents owned and operated a dairy farm. My cousins and I used to camp down by the creek (pronounced "crick" :P). One night a group of us planned to camp, so we gathered firewood, put up our camp, and as darkness descended, rain clouds blotted out the stars. My grandma and my uncle yelled from their porches (before cell phones) that we needed to come home. The storm moved in quicker than anticipated, so we're racing through the pasture with sleeping bags, food, and tried not to crash into the barbed wire fencing. Good times. :)

At 12:41 PM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

For me it's plaid. Fall makes me think of plaid, and with it, childhood memories. My favorite dress when I was about 6 or 7 was plaid. So those cool fall days take me back to grade school.

Hey, Amber's the same age as my Greg! He was 31 last May. Say, Di, is Amber married?

At 3:51 PM, Blogger Kayla said...

The Sound of Music, when they sing My Favorite Things. Sitting on my grandparents' porch swing, listening to the rain hit the tin roof while I read a book. Sitting at my aunt's house with a mug of tea, looking out the bay window.

I love storms.

At 7:35 PM, Blogger Annie said...

I used to hate thunderstorms.. but only at night. I was fascinated by them during the day. My brother and I would run through the puddles on our driveway and totally get soaked. At night, i would freak out and run to my parents bed and beg to sleep with them that night because I scared! I love Fall days... you know, the cooler, but sunshine-filled days that make you feel like you're headed toward winter, but not quite there yet? Yea... i wish that kind of weather would hit Sacramento right now! I'm sick of anything 80 and above!! LOL

At 8:43 AM, Blogger Pam S. said...

I like really violent storms with lots of lightning and thunder and buckets of rain. :) I do prefer being inside, though, in that kind of weather.

At 2:30 AM, Blogger Deena said...

This is weird, but I remember riding the transit to college, early in the morning when the inside lights had to be on. The rain streaking down the windows and rattling on the top of the bus, a nice thick book in my hands...I always think of reading when it's raining.

And pizza.


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Kristin Billerbeck
Kristin Billerbeck is a proud Californian, wife, mother of four, and connoisseur of the irrelevant. She writes Christian Chick Lit; where she finds need for most of the useless facts lulling about in her head.

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Cheryl Hodde writes romantic medical suspense under the pen name of Hannah Alexander, using all the input she can get from her husband, Mel, for the medical expertise. For fun she hikes and reads. Out of guilt, she rescues discarded cats. She and Mel are presently taking orders from four pampered strays.

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