When a terrific thunderstorm blew through the area on a day planned for horseback riding, we ate lunch in the barn and waited for the worst of the downpour to ease. The thunder and lightning, which are always amplified and therefore scarier in the Ozark hills, passed quickly to the east but a steady drizzle continued for another hour. Instead of remaining impatiently in the barn, the girls were given umbrellas for a walk down the lane. Even from a distance we could tell every time a gentle breeze rifled through the trees, because the girls would erupt in giggles as the leaves shed upon them a heavier fall of drops. I especially loved the umbrellas as a focal point - brilliant pinwheels of color against the darkened landscape!
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