This has been a summer of thunder and storms, but Jet and I have made the best of it. After this summer, I feel certain she will enjoy the changing weather all her life. I imagine her as a young woman, sitting on a porch, watching the rainfall. At two years old she already looks forward to a good hard rain. She’s not afraid of loud noises made by wind, thunder or lightening either. I tell my husband that I know she won’t remember the fun we had on rainy days this summer. “But she can read about it,” he says. “Write about it for her.”
During really strong storms, we sit safely behind glass windows on the back porch, watching hail fall on the roof, lightening brighten the sky, trees bending in the wind or the gutters overflowing during a downpour. My dog, Marcy climbs up on the back of the couch to look out the window too. Jet likes to peer over the couch beside her so she can see the rain hit the flowers and the dirt in the garden. When we hear a particularly loud boom we both yell, “thunder!” I was sorry that she missed the opportunity to share the only strong storm this week. Despite some impressive claps of thunder, she slept right though it!
Sometimes we sit in rocking chairs to watch the rain. Jet likes to sit in the big rocker first, and directs me to sit in the smaller one. Eventually she asks to trade chairs, sometimes more than once. From time to time, she climbs into Papa’s big chair. She doesn’t really like it as much as the rockers, but clearly thinks there is something special about sitting in Papa’s chair when he is away. If Marcy has to use the yard, I hold Jet on my hip and we go outside under a big golf umbrella. We have to protect little Marcy from the neighborhood hawks!
During mild rains, we sit on the front porch. Jet steps up to the rain line and puts her hands out to catch drops. We step in the water that seeps onto the porch and make footprints. We watch the ants that came to the porch to get out of the rain. Jet always insists that Marcy join us. Normally I’d say no, because the dog likes to wander a bit, but during a rain, she is content to stay close to the house.
We watch the birds that continue to hunt for food during a light rain. We sing songs like Itsy Bitsy Spider, Wheels on the Bus and A-Ram-Sam-Sam. The mail carrier recognizes us from our daily morning walks and he knows that Jet is very excited to see him, so he greets her kindly when he finds us on the porch. Sometimes, Jet pulls pebbles from the garden to make a collection. If the rain comes late in the day, we watch for her mama to come home. Sometimes, when the sound of the rain is especially relaxing and the temperature is just right, Jet climbs up into my lap for a snuggle. Rain or shine, it’s been a good summer.