Yesterday afternoon, it started to rain. Usually, when it rains in Vienna, it just rains a little — a drizzle, not a downpour. But yesterday was a deluge. The sound of the rain was incredibly loud on the roof and the windows. The boys were napping when it started, and it was loud enough that I was worried it would wake them.
After nap time, it evolved into an actual storm, with thunder, lightning and even more rain. We just don’t get that very often here — we’ve really only had them a handful of times since we’ve been here. I miss it a little, because a big thunderstorm is almost as good as snow for making you feel all cozy and snuggly (assuming you’re lucky to be home when it happens, and not out in it).
Benjamin did not agree. As further evidence of the rarity of such storms here, he was completely freaked out. The first crash of thunder made him gasp and sent him flying across the living room from the futon to the safety of the big chair I was sitting in with Liam. We all cuddled up together, and after a few minutes, he relaxed. At home, thunderstorms are a near daily occurrence in the spring and summer, and, before we came here, he was completely accustomed to them. Now, the sound of thunder is truly foreign to him — I’m not sure he remembers it at all. I’m certain we’ll all get reacquainted with daily storms when we’re home this summer — something to look forward to!