A Peaceful Time.

The world is quiet, not a soul in sight.
Everything's perfect when you turn out the lights.

I am home for the break, and I packed shorts, expecting that it would be at least a little bit warmer than being up at school. Boy was I mistaken. I should have packed more jackets. I should have known that the rain would follow me home.

The rain and blustery winds last night made all of the power go out on our farm, and in the whole valley where we live. The whole world seems to stand still when the power goes off. I remember watching the storm rolling in when I was little, hoping and wishing that the powerful gusts would make the world go dark. I was scared of the dark, I'm still scared of the dark, but when the lights went off, the candles would come out and the whole family would come a little closer. My mom and dad would have to stop working, my brothers and sister couldn't ignore me by drowning me out with technology. The world seemed simple and kind.
Last night I was brought back to those times. One of my favorite memories growing up was when all of the power went off and a thunder and lightning storm took over the whole sky. The family sat covered in blankets on the couch, watching out of the window in our living room, exclaiming over each strike of lightning on the hills, jumping and screeching as the only burst of light around shook us in our skins. Then we sat counting each second until we could hear the thunder roll and grumble making us shudder as the storm moved closer and closer.
I love the rain, although I would love to be out suntanning right now, sitting in the green grass as my pale legs got a few rays of sun. This weather, although a little chilly, makes me remember and reminisce on times where everything was just a little simpler.