Rain, Rain, Never Go Away

My children have moods. Bad, bad moods.


I know it is hard to believe, but it is true.

This morning was one such morning. We woke up to pouring rain. You know, the kind of rain that rages so hard, you think it will shatter the windows.

In Arizona, it’s such a novelty, people get really excited about it.

So, this beautiful rainy morning, J had the grumps. About 20 minutes after the lightning and thunder had passed and the rain had stopped, my Grumpy J got really bad. I was hearing about a lot of mistakes I had been making as a mom. About the time I heard the word “hypocrite” I stopped him and said, “It’s time you go outside and calm down.”

Angry as ever J stomped outside. I was watching him with furrowed brow through the window. He had been outside about ten seconds when out of the currently silenced sky, the loudest, window rattling thunder clap roared through the heavens. The house vibrated, the dog howled, J nearly wet himself, and I laughed my head off. J’s frightened look quickly melted to laughter once he was safely inside.

I wasn’t about to waste this perfectly timed lesson and commented how “Heavenly Father doesn’t like it when he talks to his mom like that.”

After a good ten minutes of laughing together (and a very sincere apology) J had a wonderful day for the rest of the day. He was cheerful, helpful and even did some dishes.

I love the rain!