first rain

Today, Isadora and I stood outside at the start of a rain storm. She was fussy and crying in the afternoon heat. It is so hot here and there was finally a strong, cool breeze outside. So we stood on the porch and watched the trees across the street blowing around. Dora had her tiny little toes sticking out into the wind - she'd pull them back when the wind gusted really strong. The wind and thunder got her attention right away and calmed her. When the rain started, we stepped off the porch so she could feel her first rain drops - a couple on her legs, one on her fat cheek. Taking care of a newborn is such hard work, but then you have a little moment like that, when a tiny human being feels her first rain drops, and it doesn't seem so tough after all.