Rolling Thunder
Oh how I love the sound of thunder. The sound is so soothing. I’m sure if I lived in a place that had lots of rain...I might not feel the same.
I always said that I would love to live in Colorado because it’s so beautiful here...and now that I’m here I wondered if I would get so used to the sights that I would take them for granted...I don’t think so...I’m still mesmerized by the beauty I see here. Every day when I drive home and see the mountains in the distance...it still feels like when I saw them for the first time.
It’s like listening to this rolling thunder and remembering a very vivid memory of my mother teaching me how to count between the thunder and the lighting. I remember that moment like it was yesterday...and I had to be only around 6 or 7.
Why is it we can remember some moments so vividly...and then have huge gaps to lost time where you don’t remember hardly any of it?
For now I want to stop and smell the rain coming in, listen to the thunder and try to stick this moment in my brain to remember.
Lay here is Daddy’s arms and remember this simple moment.
Until tomorrow...
