by atlases
This evening after dinner, there was stunningly bright sunshine coming in through our front windows even as the rain continued to come down. The contrast between the pitch black clouds and the brilliant light was gorgeous, and I grabbed the girls, shoved their feet into rainboots and let them splash in puddles on our cul de sac.
Evelyn looked up at me mid-puddle splash. “Rain coming down, the street flooding, mud puddles. What could be better?!” she giggled.
