Sunday, January 31, 2016
A symphony of pings, rattles and gentle thuds.
The smell of the grass and soil as it soaks it all in.
The waves and ripples of wind against concrete.
The sound of water peeling between road and rubber as the occasional car drives past.
I see delight spread across her tiny face as she hears the growl of thunder.
We sat here for fifteen minutes watching the storm.
I don’t remember ever doing anything like this with my parents… I wonder if she’ll remember this.