A Good Storm

My mother loved a good wind and rainstorm. She lived her life in Arizona, where storms were rare, and regarded each as a treat. When the winds built up and the rains came, we were the kids on the block who were allowed to go out to play. If there was lightning and thunder, all the better. Even into her last year, her eighty-sixth, she was still excited by a good storm.
Today San Diego had an amazing storm, a magnificent storm, just the kind of storm my mother would have loved. My young neighbors were out reveling in it, running, leaping, and seeming so alive. It made me remember how much fun we had in storms because of our extraordinary mother and her sense of beauty. And how fitting that today, on the tenth anniversary of her death, a good storm swept across San Diego and the whole Southwest.

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14 Responses to A Good Storm

  1. Anonymous says:

    Loved this! Brought back many wonderful memories.

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  2. tprevey says:

    This has wonderful colors, texture and drama!

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  3. Marci says:

    What a wonderful way for her to say hello to you!

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  4. Lisa says:

    I love this Sally. I know this is why I still love a good rainstorm!

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  5. Beverly Barrett says:

    You caught the excitement!

    Sent from my iPhone

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  6. It is so dramatic. I am reminded of thunderstorms in my childhood. Somehow they seemed so much more intense than I feel them now. Your image especially makes me feel how the wind comes up before the rain starts.

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  7. AAN GEE says:

    This is wonderful. I feel the same way about storms. So lovely you captured this feeling.

    On Tue, Jan 26, 2021 at 3:04 AM, Deliberate Sketching wrote:

    > Sarah Sullivan posted: ” My mother loved a good wind and rain storm. She > lived her life in Arizona where storms were rare and regarded each as a > treat. When the winds built up and rains came, we were the kids on the > block who were allowed to go out to play. If there was lig” >

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