A Rainstorm

A memory I had about my first community

It had been raining hard all day. The storm seemed to be getting worse, and this always upset our residents. Sometimes, when it rained, I would take to closing the windows so that they couldn’t see how dreary it was outside. 

I always found that our residents were happier and more active when the sun was shining as opposed to when it was dark and cloudy.

At about 6:00, I began packing up my things to go home for the day. My favorite resident, Vera, stopped me in the hallway.

See this post about Vera, too.

“Are you leaving? In all this rain?” Vera asked.

“Yes, I think I’ll be okay, though, I’m not too far away,” I smiled.

“Well, you can stay in our room if you want,” she suggested. “We can get an extra bed and I’ll make it up for you and you can stay with us,” Vera said.

Obviously, I could not stay in one of my residents’ rooms, but I was so moved by her grandmotherly kindness. She had offered to take me in for the night, just so I wouldn’t have to go out in a thunderstorm.

Published by rachaelwonderlin

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