The Rain

One of the most perfect times for me happens to be when it is raining.  Last night was a wonderfully rainy evening.  I lay in my bed, alternating between talking quietly to my husband and starting to fall asleep when it started.  It began as a gentle pitter-patter, falling lightly enough to cleanse the area.  Soon enough it became a raging storm, roaring through the house and pounding outside with great intensity.  My little man, always afraid of a good storm, came to ask me if he could sleep in the living room.  I got him settled and went to lay down with him.  It is such a sweet, loving time cuddling my boy.  I know that these moments won't last forever; I want to hang onto them for as long as possible.  I love how fragile he is, how sensitive and sweet.  He is still comforted greatly just by my presence.  Oh, if only I could always protect him like I can now!  I know that one day he will no longer be afraid of the rain.  Perhaps one day it will fail to affect me as it does now.  But I will always fondly look back on moments like this when it rains.