On the second day of school
Thunder rumbled at the end of the day. Little Emmett and I were the last ones at school.
I don’t like thunder
Thunder is only a noise. It can’t hurt you. I like thunder.
Yes! I like to go on my porch and look at the storm clouds and listen for the thunder.
Was that thunder again?
Yes! Wait, I hear more.
And so we listened and played a game of who could hear it first. We looked at the clouds. I told Emmett all about my porch. He told me (at least six times) that he liked thunder, too. Mom arrived to pick him up.
Mom, I like thunder! Guess who likes thunder, too? Jennie!
I finished my work, walked outside, and there it was… a gorgeous rainbow fully arched over the playground. I have to think it was meant for me and for Emmett.