Ezra, pointing so very excitedly: "Mama! The trees are getting a drink! The grass is getting a drink! The flowers are getting a drink! The swingset is getting a drink!," pause, "Mama, does the sun have a mouth?". Oh, my sweet.
There's something so cozy to me about a warm, summer rain. The bit of relief from the heat, the 'excuse' to reaquainte with the 'inside' life, the thunderstorm performance, and of course, the summertime romp out in the rain. I stayed home with Lady A today while the boys had such an outing in the River today. The reports came back of downpours, much singing and stomping and general merriment. Bliss.
