Cariboo storms.
Sunny and hot, sitting in a lawn chair watching your kid play soccer.
Outdoor lunch in the yard under the sparkling sun.
Then Thunder and lighting.
Rain like a waterfall curtain.
Clouds of steam billowing from the hot pavement, and the tin roof pounding like urgent drums.
The temperature drops, and cups of cocoa find excepting hands.
Beneath an umbrella, Jonas runs out a basket of cookies and a thermos of cocoa to his Dad and Uncle in the garage.
Then with light and cracking it moves.
The storm passes.
The sun shines. It’s incredibly green. Impossibly bright and new.
“Mom! There is the HUGEST puddle at our house. Can we use the umbrella to float across?”

Bikes, Boots, Soaking cloths, Footprint trails,

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