[I've been rediscovering some old(ish) sketches and things that I've never posted here and decided why not. Lots of new things to come, but in the meantime, here is a self-published mini book I made from rainy day sketches...]
Jennica and I were upstairs getting dressed for bed one night when we heard a loud "CRACK!" and saw a bright blue ball of light out the window. The electricity went out, we both screamed, and ran downstairs to discover the tall tree in Pop Pop's backyard had been struck by lightning! The following month, it became our see-saw.
On cold, rainy days, Grandma's favorite thing to do for us was to make peanut butter and banana sandwiches. And we'd dip them in hot cocoa. Sometimes, I'd hope for it to rain just so we could have that treat.
When the big hurricane hit, Grandma's roof flew off. My uncles and cousins had to go down the street to get it.
It rained so hard for maybe a week straight one summer, that Jennica and I rode on our boogie boards down the street gutters with the neighbor kids. We had so much fun! I was 11. Jennica was 7. We were so busted.
We never wanted to stop playing when it started to rain....
And always pushed our luck when we tried our best to ignore "The Whistle."
Chasing and catching lightning bugs in late spring, under a light drizzle, we promised ourselves we'd never grow older... and catch lightning bugs forever....
