Rain, Rain

Yesterday was decidedly rainy and that looks to be the forecast for the rest of my week. So, because of the weather, I have remembered a few rainy memories of mine. Hehe, would you like to hear them?
Okay... ;D

When I was six-ish, I think I experienced my first thunder and lightning storm of memory. At the time, I was sharing a room with my sister at the back corner of our house. My parents were way down at the other end of the hallway! What a terribly long distance, wouldn't you agree? ;) Anyway, I watched the lightning flash with continually building fear as it lit our room again and again. My older sister remained asleep, very helpful... In my panic I just wanted to get to my parent's room where I knew I would be safe. But my mind was as active then as it is today and because of that little troublesome brain, I knew for absolute fact that if I ran across my room when the lightning struck and lit the room, that I would be struck dead on the spot! I remember being so sad because I was much to young to die. Haha. So I prayed. It's actually one of my earliest memories of praying with a special cause in mind. Heavenly Father must have smiled lovingly down on His frightened girl of six as she pleaded for her life. Even after the prayer it took me a time to build up my courage to race across the room because when there wasn't lightning, there was thunder! Well, dear reader, I survived! Haha. Yes, indeed. In a moment of enthusiastic courage I leapt from my bed and sped out of my room, down the fortunately windowless hall and arrived unharmed in my parent's room.

This next story takes place several years later. I'm in my early teens somewhere, or maybe my mid-teens, I just can't be sure. Well, it's another thunder stuffed night but this time I'm asleep. Or at least I was sleeping until a very overzealous clap startled me from sleep in time to knock my head on the roof. (I was again sleeping at one end of the house, only this house had a gable to it. The gable had never bothered me until that night.) I fell back on my pillow with a laugh. This happenstance helped me understand that when people are startled from sleep, they can sit right up in bed. Up to this point, I didn't think that was realistic. Haha. Thankfully, no bruising occurred! :D

This last story, assuming you have continued reading to the end, is the most recent. It happened four or five years ago. I was at the yearly girl's camp that my church plans and it was raining cats and dogs. As we were up in the mountains we were getting pounded! It had been like this for hours, having started in the late afternoon and continued into the evening. Some people, one of my friends being one of them, (she is the deepest sleeper that I know), was able to sleep through the thunder. I wasn't. About the time the thunder got to ground shaking level I knew I wouldn't be able to go to sleep. I wasn't really tired either because it was really, a once in a lifetime experience to be lying on ground that was shaking from the power of thunder. But eventually, I remembered the book I had brought up to camp. Pride and Prejudice in fact. :D I had settled in just fine, I was arguing with Lady Catherine (!) (perfect scene for an angry thunderstorm), flashlight in hand, when I hear from across the tent,
"Cordy, what are you doing?" my bosom friend called.
"Oops, did I wake you?" I answered, punching the light off.
"You're kidding?" She said, referring to the thunder. "What are you reading?"
I told her and the two of us laughed.
Eventually, I returned to my reading and didn't lay down until the thunder eased, it didn't stop entirely, but it did ease up.
Obviously, I have never forgotten that thunder. It was really an incredible experience! :)

Do you have any particularly rainy stories?

Or perhaps you have a favorite rainy scene from fiction?

Yours truly,
Cordy