It’s funny, you hear about disasters all over the country and you feel for those affected. You wonder if they are okay, how they will cope, and you decide to donate, so you can do your part in the recovery. Then you don’t think about it as much because there’s a new story, and that one bumps the last one out of the spotlight.
Last week, my state made the news. We had rain, lots of rain. And flooding, lots of flooding. For a full week, the skies were grey and the rain poured.
The schools shut down, the city stopped. We couldn’t drive anywhere. Suddenly the news stories, the disasters, were happening all around me. (Luckily, we pulled through unscathed. No damage to my house, or immediate area.)
As I worried about potential flooding, safe drinking water, and a million other things, the innocence of my girls let me loosen up. For them, this was an adventure. They begged and begged to go out and get wet. I agreed.
And for those few moments, it was just rain falling.
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