We slept to a rumbling thunder all night last night.

Three different lines of thunderstorms hit us as the hours passed.

You could hear the rain come down in buckets at times.

The rain would let up here and there, and then you could hear the wind, bending the trees.

The thunder shifted back and forth between distant rumbling and popping and cracking over our heads.

The rain had not stopped one bit by the time we needed to leave for school.

There were a lot of girls squealing as I held the umbrella for each of you on our way to the car.

We all got wet.

I love you.

-Dad