sun showers

I am sitting under the umbrella of one of the maples in our yard watching the sudden summer shower put curls in my daughter's hair. She just told me "shhh, listen mommy" and cocked her head to the sky. She is running to the strawberry plants and back with a new green bud in her hand every time. We will harvest no red fruit this year, but the abundance of her happiness sustains me. I'm listening my girl. Well, learning to anyway.