After weeks of dry weather, we have been thankful to see rain this week. I’ve enjoyed the reprieve from watering the flowers and garden each morning, and it’s been a joy to see the grass greening up again around the edges.
Ryan hurried
home from work last night so we could walk Lexi before the promised rain arrived.
We arrived home just as the first sprinkles fell. And by the time we had dinner
warmed up and made our way to the table, huge drops fell in earnest. I was so
glad we’d made it safely back home – and that our roof is safe and sound now.
Then the winds
kicked up and rain fell so hard and fast, for a while we couldn’t even see the other side
of the lake. Tiny hail pellets pelted the patio, and the water swelled.
Ryan sat by the
window, watching the storm rage, and Lexi watched from a safe distance. She doesn’t
mind storms, but we learned she’s not wild about hail.
After the storm
finally passed, we made our way outside to clean up. We lost a lantern that
flew off the front porch and broke. A little plant had fallen over and lost half
the dirt from its pot. And my poor tomatoes needed some posture assistance.
We cleaned it
up just as the next round of rain arrived, but thankfully it was gentler.
My heart has
never loved storms and that hasn’t changed, but as it raged outside last night,
I felt safe inside our little haven. I thanked God for the strong roof and
protection of the basement walls. And a little piece of me felt like a
protective mama tidying up the mess following the worst of it.
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Glad you are all safe!
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