Noah's ark

We were at the park when the trees began to dance in the wind, as we say around here.  Then the sky became gray followed by rumblings of thunder.  We made it home just long enough to make it inside without getting wet.  As soon as the windows were shut we pushed the trunk in front of the window and watched the rain come in sheets and the lightening flash between crashes of thunder.  As any other time of cuddling I was asked to tell a story.  What is more appropriate then Noah's ark.  The story became real to my little men as they listened and watched through the window. 

The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of his hands.

~ Psalm 19:1

426.  Spontaneous play dates at the park.
427.  Making it home just before the thunderstorm.
428.  Using the storm to make the story of Noah come to life.
429.  Watching it rain through the window.
430.  God protecting my garden by not allowing it to hail on my street.