One of the things that I love is the sky.
Let's talk about the sky at day. It's beautiful really and there are such few people
who take the ten seconds it takes every once in a while look up at the sky.
I still clearly remember going to work with my mom (a fair that was about a two hour drive away) really early in the morning. Hardly a soul was on the road and the air smelled fresh and cold. And then, while we were driving on the highway my mom suddenly pointed out the most beautiful sunrise.
I didn't have a camera with me so this is just a random picture from the Internet. But I still clearly remember the big blazing red sun coming up over the fields and shining at us between the trees lining the road. It was a magical feeling which I'll never forget. And I love that something we see everyday, something that is always there, can do that to you.
And then there was this time when we were driving back from a holiday in Germany. We had a pretty small car with a weak engine and it was terrifying going up steep hills. We were just going down into a valley on a highway when the biggest rainstorm hit us and it started to thunder and I'm not ashamed to say that it scared me to death.
And then there was the time when we were in England and got stuck in the mud because of the rain, in the middle of nowhere--and got rescued after a long while by the truck who got us stuck in the first time. But I'll tell this tale later.
And there is the rainstorms that always seem to hit just before school start and just after school is out--so you can't help but be soaked. And I love riding or walking in the rain--singing songs like "walking on sunshine" just because I can't help it-- and getting home, changing into my pajama's and sitting on the warm couch with a cup of tea and a blanket while the whole house starts to smell of rain.
I love the way rain sounds on my window while I'm in my bed falling asleep. And the way the air smells after the rain stopped.
And I can tell a hundred stories more, all about rain. :) Do you like rain? Do you have stories about it? Let me know!
And lastly: (because I don't want to bore you with a post that goes on for ever--which would be quite interesting though) Thunder.
My parents are the kind of people who will take us to stand in front of the window and look at thunder and try to see the most beautiful ones. So I never really was afraid at thunder. I still rush to the window with my mom and stare outside for half an hour or so just looking :)
When we were younger we used to camp every summer in all kinds of countries. And whenever it would start to storm and rain my parents woke us up and made us run out into the rain and into the car with our pillows and stuffed animals. And we would either fall asleep there or sit in the pitch dark looking outside both a bit scared and amazed at the thunder. We would always wait there till it was gone and then would go back into the tent. (We did this cause my parents were afraid the lightning might strike our tent. We were safe in the car. It never hit our tent btw. And we were usually the only ones who did this, but it was fun. There's also an interesting story involving huge hailstones, but I'll tell you about that later if you're interested.)
So the sky and the weather is very important to me and it reminds me of many great memories and stories to tell. Plus it always sets a mood of anticipation or fear or awe. And can even give you creative inspiration and ideas.
So what are your thoughts on all of this? Do you have any interesting stories or feelings about rain and thunder that you want to share? Please do!
And sorry for the long wait. I've been settling into my new home and family in England. But I'm back! And there is also a new post on my other blog wribie: http://wribie.blogspot.com/ about "Show don't tell"
Please comment! :3 You'll make my day!
Xx LordKiwii
Let's talk about the sky at day. It's beautiful really and there are such few people
who take the ten seconds it takes every once in a while look up at the sky.
I still clearly remember going to work with my mom (a fair that was about a two hour drive away) really early in the morning. Hardly a soul was on the road and the air smelled fresh and cold. And then, while we were driving on the highway my mom suddenly pointed out the most beautiful sunrise.
I didn't have a camera with me so this is just a random picture from the Internet. But I still clearly remember the big blazing red sun coming up over the fields and shining at us between the trees lining the road. It was a magical feeling which I'll never forget. And I love that something we see everyday, something that is always there, can do that to you.
And then there was this time when we were driving back from a holiday in Germany. We had a pretty small car with a weak engine and it was terrifying going up steep hills. We were just going down into a valley on a highway when the biggest rainstorm hit us and it started to thunder and I'm not ashamed to say that it scared me to death.
And then there was the time when we were in England and got stuck in the mud because of the rain, in the middle of nowhere--and got rescued after a long while by the truck who got us stuck in the first time. But I'll tell this tale later.
And there is the rainstorms that always seem to hit just before school start and just after school is out--so you can't help but be soaked. And I love riding or walking in the rain--singing songs like "walking on sunshine" just because I can't help it-- and getting home, changing into my pajama's and sitting on the warm couch with a cup of tea and a blanket while the whole house starts to smell of rain.
I love the way rain sounds on my window while I'm in my bed falling asleep. And the way the air smells after the rain stopped.
And I can tell a hundred stories more, all about rain. :) Do you like rain? Do you have stories about it? Let me know!
And lastly: (because I don't want to bore you with a post that goes on for ever--which would be quite interesting though) Thunder.
My parents are the kind of people who will take us to stand in front of the window and look at thunder and try to see the most beautiful ones. So I never really was afraid at thunder. I still rush to the window with my mom and stare outside for half an hour or so just looking :)
When we were younger we used to camp every summer in all kinds of countries. And whenever it would start to storm and rain my parents woke us up and made us run out into the rain and into the car with our pillows and stuffed animals. And we would either fall asleep there or sit in the pitch dark looking outside both a bit scared and amazed at the thunder. We would always wait there till it was gone and then would go back into the tent. (We did this cause my parents were afraid the lightning might strike our tent. We were safe in the car. It never hit our tent btw. And we were usually the only ones who did this, but it was fun. There's also an interesting story involving huge hailstones, but I'll tell you about that later if you're interested.)
So the sky and the weather is very important to me and it reminds me of many great memories and stories to tell. Plus it always sets a mood of anticipation or fear or awe. And can even give you creative inspiration and ideas.
So what are your thoughts on all of this? Do you have any interesting stories or feelings about rain and thunder that you want to share? Please do!
And sorry for the long wait. I've been settling into my new home and family in England. But I'm back! And there is also a new post on my other blog wribie: http://wribie.blogspot.com/ about "Show don't tell"
Please comment! :3 You'll make my day!
Xx LordKiwii
