Yesterday, we sat in a parking lot waiting for a fast food feast. The sky was dark and the thunder rolled over the mountains and into our small valley. Zuzu’s window was down and Viola clapped as the sky broke open. The rain fell and the wind blew into our world on wheels. A tree full of pink flowers swayed and sent its’ blossoms out into the weather. They flew across the parking lot and dashed against our car. When I looked back at my girls they were smiling into the storm, their faces and clothes specked with petals as pink as their skin.
I smiled with them.