When we were kids, my uncle would take all of us out to the garage to watch a big storm roll by. We just so happened to live south of what seemed to always be the path of the storms. So we would get our lawn chairs and flip cell phones out and have a fun night.
Times were so much more simple back then. We would laugh from the adrenaline running through our bodies – being so close to a storm yet so far away, you never know what could happen. We would gather around the weather radio and listen to where the rotation of a tornado was spotted. The garage was facing the right direction to see the storm go by and not have rain blowing in on you. There were no true worries back then. Those were the nights we were the closest. Those were the nights we came together. I wish I could get those childhood memories back. Now we’ve all grown up, split apart, and started our own families.
Tonight my own little fam sat in the garage and listened to the radio forecasts and watched the storm roll in. It was nothing too serious, but it did make me feel happy to share memories like this with the family I made. It connected me to my roots, and I’m thankful.
“I wish somebody would tell you you’re in the good ol’ days before you’ve actually left them.”
It snowed almost all day today. It’s snowed on consecutive days this month more than I can remember. I remember by sophomore year of high school when we had a literal blizzard, but I can’t really remember when we got this much snow over an extended period of time. It had seemed like most of our winters had been pretty mild, but February has brought it on.
Not that I mind, though, because I think snow covered trees and landscapes are absolutely beautiful. I like playing in it and watching it fall. But I also love when it rains. Maybe I’m just an odd duck about these kinds of things. I was saying the other day how I can’t imagine living in a place where it does not snow.
Now I definitely prefer summer to winter, but I like a good snow in the winter time. I’m that person that looks forward to a white Christmas every year. I remember a couple years ago it was 65° on Christmas and I was dying in the yellow sweater I chose to wear that day. We opened our presents and went outside to play.
What an odd time in our lives.
How can anyone deny that climate change is a very real issue that we face today?
The sea level rises about an eighth of an inch every year.
The hurricanes have increased in strength and damages.
The summers are hotter and the seasons are shifting.
I really don’t know how anyone can deny these facts. They are literal facts of science. The world is crazy and everything is changing.
As for me, I’m going to enjoy the snow and hope that everyone with more power than I have realize the true dilemma we are facing today.
More snow is in the forecast tomorrow with temps only supposed to reach a high of 13°.
I love the rain. I love listening to it while laying in bed. I love watching it fall. I love seeing passing cars with their windshield wipers on. I don’t know what it is. Just something about it makes me feel happy – which I feel is kind of weird since literally every movie ever made has a sad scene where it’s raining outside… Haha
I remember there was this one time in high school when I had a friend over to hangout when it started raining. We put on old mud boots, sweatshirts, and heavy socks. When I was in high school, we lived out in the country and the house had a long driveway with plenty of potholes perfect for the making of puddles. We went outside and ran around, jumping in puddles and kicking water at one another. I don’t know if she remembers playing in the rain that day, but it’s a day I will never forget. She was my best friend – still is, for the most part. It sticks out in my mind as such a happy time. We had no worries! That is, until the lightning rolled in… I don’t even remember what we did once we went back inside, but I know my uncle was also inspired by watching us play in the rain because I’m fairly certain he took a photo of us and posted it on Facebook.
Fun doesn’t have to be planned. You just have to make ordinary times special. 🌧