The Yellow Flash ⚡️ In the Downpour 🌧️?
Children never cease to amuse and amaze me with their ingenuity, a truth that was vividly demonstrated one torrential downpour kind of day in Georgia. As the rain poured relentlessly outside, the three kids and I sought refuge within the cozy confines of our home, observing the storm's fury from the safety and warmth indoors.
In those moments when the rain fell so heavily it obscured our view, it seemed as though the heavens had unleashed their entire reservoir upon us. Indeed, the phrase "raining cats and dogs" aptly captured the intensity of the deluge, originating from the Greek phrase "cata doxa," signifying a phenomenon beyond the norm.
On such rainy days, the children would transform our living space into a realm of imagination, fashioning forts and tents from blankets draped over furniture. Meanwhile, I would immerse myself in the kitchen, concocting delectable treats like chocolate cookies or a classic pound cake rich with a pound of butter and two cups of heavy cream. The tantalizing aromas wafting through the house heightened our collective anticipation.
It wasn't until I eventually ventured to check on the children ensconced within their makeshift forts that I realized one of them was missing: David, the eldest. Frantically, we scoured every conceivable hiding spot, from his room to the depths of the basement, but he remained elusive. As I pondered his whereabouts, a sudden flash of yellow outside caught my attention, prompting us to rush to the dutch door.
There, to my astonishment, I beheld David clad in his bright yellow slicker and red boots, hurtling down the stream that had formed in our backyard dry creek. All I could think about at the moment was the deep drainage ditch covered by an iron grate. I could only imagine the banging and bruising that would cause his little body. And if he made it beyond that he would surely crash into the neighbor’s fence.
I dashed out the door and across the yard running as fast as I could. I climbed the fence in no time flat and by the time I reached him, he had come to rest on his on the black innertube, like Noah’s Ark on Mt. Ararat, on the iron grate covering the drainage ditch.
Fences are great. Fences are protective, until your eight year sees beyond the boundary to brighter horizons, greener grass, the pot at the end of the rainbow.
David was so proud of himself. He had put on his rain gear, grabbed the inner tube, scaled the fence, and launched his ride down the flooding creek. He still smiles today when he remembers. Teach your children better rules!
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Warmest of my regards
Debbie Page
CEO, Louis E. Page Inc–Woman-owned business and Family-owned since 1893. (So 131 years ago our family ancestor Louis E. founded the company)
