July 7th, 2008
now the rain is coming down gently outside and there's a rainbow
over O'Brien State Park. There's still an occasional
flash of lightning though, as if in memorial to the storm that's
already swooped past us and over the river toward Wisconsin.
suppose we might've sat in the eye of a storm all day today. It
was a beautiful
sunny day, with only hints of clouds on the horizon What makes
me wonder is that yesterday the storm came across the river toward
(although it just missed us) but today on its way over us it's
going across the river the other way.
and I were playing tennis at the courts over by the Swedish garden
museum and cemetary in Scandia.
We rode our bikes over as
the thunderheads were building on the horizons, but it was still
sunny. After three matches (and Nate won all three!... barely,
but he still won) we had to cut the fourth short and take off on
bikes back toward home.
rode down the main rode on the way there (which doesn't mean you
see any cars, just that you're more likely
to pass a car during the ten minute ride.) so we decided to take
the other route by the lake back. As we pedaled we could see
the grey clouds building and moving toward us, as well as the green
mist covered horizon that told us the rain was coming down.
the clouds not so far away, and flashes in the distance were
a train whistle warning everyone the storm was coming. We pedaled
at a good pace, but I was secretly hoping we'd have to race
the storm home.
we got to the turn off to our street out by the lake, we stopped
and watched the storm coming. It took about a
minute, and then
all of a sudden the calm lake's mirror surface turned into a
sea as the raindrops traveled across it - that's when we took
we raced each other, well, actually, the storm, down
the driveway we could see a dark wet line travel along it chasing
after us. Then we felt large wet raindrops landing on our arms
and heard them bounce off our helmets as they scouted ahead
of the storm.
Then right ahead was the driveway. As we both cut hard left
the dark line became a blur around us as raindrops pounded down,
bouncing off the driveway and soaking the lawn.They
were soaking us too,
as Nate swung his bike under the garage overhang, I jumped
on the porch carrying the bike up with me. Safe.
hit the button to open the garage door, and then we rolled our
on in, just as dad was coming out to take the truck
find us. Guess even once you've grown up not much changes.
We weren't about to come in out of the rain, at least, not
until it was actually
raining on top of us.