Monday was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. At the end of a busy day at work, I was looking forward to my walk home from the T stop in the sunshine. I was very disappointed to find a torrential downpour when I emerged from the subway at the end of my commute. I took the bus the rest of the way home instead, and was in a bit of a bad mood about the weather. I don't know how I could forget what sometimes happens after a thunderstorm:
I spent the rest of the evening smiling and thinking of Julian as I felt tiny kicks from his baby brother or sister.