A Perfect Storm

It's been too long since the last real rain fell here in Southern California. I can't remember when we experienced a storm that produced thunder that rattled me to the core, or lightning that flashed so brightly that it took my breath away, or the sound of steady rain outside my window. However, this weekend we were treated to all of that.

For three solid days it was cool and rainy and everything I had been dreaming of, and missing, for so long. 

Ever few hours the skies would open up and pour down on us. I wanted Marcus to experience it, and soak it all up (literally).

In between breaks in the rain we dressed in the proper attire and headed out into the clean, cool, damp air.

The rain was a novel concept to Marcus. It took a little while for him to warm up to the weather that is so out of the ordinary for us.

A few rain props and the green light from mom to go ahead and get wet and dirty, and the little man had himself a grand old time.

I introduced him to the wonder of catching rain drops on his tongue, something I remember loving to do as a child.

We then moved on to the puddles. Oh the puddles. These puddles were bigger and more splendid than any puddle Marcus had ever encountered.

Over and over he jumped, splashing away, until the next round of storms made there way to us to refill the puddles he would empty. We repeated this cycle  most of the day. For my little man it was pure bliss. 

For us it was the most glorious, perfect storm.