Before the sun makes its debut, the wind whips the curtains across my bed. I smell it before I hear it. I rise and close the windows in preparation for its early morning onslaught.
The dogs greet me with their usual eager whine and thumping of three happy tails in unison. “Not yet guys, you’ll have to wait awhile.” They reluctantly settle back into their spots.
I tip toe into daughter’s room and quickly shut hers hoping not to be waylaid by one of the many piles on her teenage floor. Her head at the foot- she never stirs. I hesitate and glance quietly at her sweet sleeping face, unaware of my visit or the early storm.
Just as the last window drops; so does the downpour. It looks to be an inside first day of spring break. I wonder what the rest of the week will bring. But for now I will enjoy my early morning and time with the quiet of the rain.