RAIN

My children are in no way deprived, nor do I shelter them.

However, rain is hard to come by in these parts, so when a burst of a Thunderstorm blew to the area this afternoon, they ran from the garage to the front yard to wait for puddles to form.  When they did, there was no stopping the curiosity of three children. 

Lars grabbed a couple of his Cars cars (Rusty and Fred, I think) and headed to the curb.  In a matter of minutes, the poor vehicles were being swept away in a torrential flood, into the storm drain and out to sea. 

Eden took to the gutters to run as fast as she could up and down the moving water, Elia closely in tow, doing as big sister did.  Every once in a while (though not caught on film), her hands flung out to both sides, her head tipped back and her mouth opened up to the sweet, wet feel of the drops. 

Thank you, God, for the rain.  A men. 

Now to be with the slew of firefighters out there dousing the lightening struck fields that are now burning up the prairie in every direction of Bridgeport..... water and sandwiches, anyone??