Saturday, 17 March 2012
Flashback: Rainy Days
I'm sat here on my sofa on this rainy Saturday and the strangest thing just popped into my head. My hubby had just placed a vase of flowers that Ethan picked for me on the mantelpiece. Ethan is in the corner playing with his workbench and the most beautiful instrumental worship music is playing. I was suddenly transported to this moment when I must've been 8 or 9 years old in Africa. The rain was pouring (in Africa when it rains, it rains) and similar music was playing and I was sat with my mummy. I got this warm fuzzy feeling inside and I got that again today. It's so weird how music evokes things for you.
Happy Saturday!
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What a lovely memory! I was born in South Africa and also have the most amazing memories of proper rain storms. There always seemed to be something really wild and natural about an African storm, and the calm and feeling of freshness afterwards is something I will always love.
What a lovely post! I'm from Jamaica and I understand that statement of "when it rains it pours". It reminded me of once when I asked my mum if I could go swimming because of the huge pools of water outside! Happy memories.
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