These summer months are really tough for me. The heat, the exhaustion, the unbearable fact that we are incapable of being outside for more than 30 minutes at a time without growing very weary of the triple digit temps...it all just weighs on me. My dear Asher seems to acquire some form of cabin fever...as do I...once we have nearly driven each other to madness each and every day. Today I was just talking to my sister Cory about how we exhausted our resources inside the house. We played outside at 7 in the morning...we cooked and ate breakfast...we built things from play dough...we lined up our bugs in a row...we listened to CD's of music and stories...we read books...we played with our bugs in the dishwasher...we finger painted...and then I think it was about 9 am. What were we supposed to do now???? There are just some days during the summer where all I want to do is....ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. So...today after complaining enough to her...she invited us over to do just that. Nothing but lie around on her couch...reading books, watching animal planet, eating Annie's mac and cheese and drinking chocolate milk (asher) and caffeine free coke (me). aaaaauuugggghhhhh...it was just what we needed on a Monday. And then... the perfection just kept on coming. After dinner...after putting Journey down to sleep...I felt the storm coming. Monsoon season is upon us.It is so perfectly timed...this natural nourishment. It is always around this time of the summer season where I am literally crawling out of my skin...aching for moisture...longing for change...needing some kind of break in the miserable consistency of our "sunny and hot" forecast. I always think fondly of these storms...that cause every living thing in the valley to reach up to the skies with arms open. I was so eager for this one...and after laying Journey down for her slumber...I couldn't resist walking outside...feeling the drops of rain drenching my thirsty skin and feeding this kind of hunger that only comes from spending a summer in the valley. The storms come with such severe passion...they don't come gently. They come thundering and blowing with the same kind of ferocious intensity they were called forth with. They come with loud confidence in their importance. They are proud...courageous...and richly beautiful.
I managed to take these pictures while I danced in the rain and let the wind whip around me. I was really so elated to capture a few strikes of lightening...a first for me. They aren't anything profound...yet they really hold a moment for me. They speak of confidence and strength and certainty...and they are treasured pictures because of the experience of taking them. After being out there by myself for a length of time...I ventured inside to find Asher, who was, of course, so curious as to why I was so WET. I took him outside and convinced him to run in the rain with me. He wanted to show his bugs the rain...and so he put them all in their "house" and held them up to the sky..."SEE...rain!". Oh my sweet boy. I would still be out there with him if it weren't for the fact that he was desperately tired...and for my husband reminding me about the fact that our camera is indeed NOT waterproof. Oh yes. I guess a gal needs to come in from the rain eventually. I'm still just holding deep gratitude for the fact that I was OUT in the rain at all...and for the truth that in those moments when I was...I didn't want to be anywhere else in the world.