watching rain

We sit in the front doorway, Isaiah not happy unless I’m right there with him.  The wide open door leads out to the rainstorm.  Freckles of water dot our faces.  Shivers crawl across my skin from the wind and moisture, but I welcome the chill.  I know that too soon I will melt with the summer heat.  I am happy that the splattering of raindrops drowns out the sounds of suburbia.

Advertisements
  1. you are amazing. i think we all need a little carrie in our life. 🙂

  2. beautiful :0)

  1. No trackbacks yet.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: