Pulse

We
sat
and
watched
a
summer
storm
move
across
Lake
Okoboji.
Blankets
sheltering
us.
The
all
of
us
saying,
"I
love
rain."
Each
of
us
a
reflective
spirit
of
our
parents.
They,
of
course,
were
there
as
well.
My
Mother
saying,
"Oh,
can
you
smell
it?
The
rain?"
And
we
all
inhaled.
And,
yes,
there
it
was.
No
words
were
necessary
as
our
hearts
warmed
in
unison.
The
storm
raged
on
and
we
continued
with
the
experience.
Enjoying
yet
another
moment
of
our
collective
whole
that
adds
to
the
being
of
each
other
and
ourselves.