My son and I were out puttering in the Ugly today. Pulling weeds, blowing bubbles, kicking the ball around, nothing serious. Like I said, puttering. Daniel said he was ready to go inside. "Mom, there is a big storm coming, let's go in." I told him to wait, I wanted to take a few pictures, "don't worry." I said. As I snapped a couple shots of some Miner's Lettuce growing next to the fence, and told my son to look at me and smile. He couldn't do it, he kept looking up at the clouds, "Mom, we better go in, a big storm is coming." "Don't worry." I said. I puttered back toward the house, Daniel was already inside. No sooner had I closed the door behind me, when the sky opened up and a down pour of rain started to fall and gusting winds. Sometimes I think adults dismiss children's intuition to quickly. Ok, maybe, I dismiss my children's intuition too quickly. I think I would do better to listen more closely next time.