I remember once in August when we danced in the streets during a downpour. We suddenly got news that my sister collapsed during color guard practice and had to be rushed to the hospital. Suddenly the rain was much less cheery and I felt so relieved when I saw my mother's headlights coming down the street so I could run and tell her what had happened.
But for the most part, I love summer storms. I love the thickness of them, the anticipation...how clean and sweet everything is after.
Lawrence is having a birthday party tonight and I suppose I'm crashing it. I didn't feel the need to plan anything big this year after last year's activities. Monday we are having a barbeque out on the (sigh) deck and for me, that'll do.
For the most part, it was a rough year.
But it ended well.