take a pause and listen.

I could smell it coming then I felt the huge raindrops fall on my head.
Me and my brother ran in the house still barefoot, feet dirty from running through the garden picking tomatoes and stomping on bugs. (I kept telling my brother to stop trying to stomp on bees and put on some shoes, that's probably why he's so flat-footed now lol.)
My granny hugged us and told us to sit down and be quiet as usual when it began to storm. I could still smell the stench of outside on us.
I wasn't afraid of the lightning and thunder. It was actually comforting. We took a pause from a day's worth of playing and exploring and listened to Granny and Chief tell stories until the storm passed. Things were so simple back then.

When it Storms

I could hear the storm rolling through so me and my brother ran inside the house.
"Sit down and be quiet." Granny used to say. "The Lord is doing his work."
The wind whipped against the window
the thunder clapped
and rolled
and sheets of rain fell.
Lightning lit up the sky
as I peeped from under my blanket.
He makes a lot of noise,
I thought to myself.
I guess He doesn't like doing the dishes either.