‘Do you think it’s going to rain, Mum?’ Johnson asked.

‘Nah, probably not.’ She said as she looked at her clothes basket and continued to hang out the clothes.

Johnson played in the sand pit nearby. It was a standard coppers log construction, three logs high and square. He crashed his trucks together with wild abandon.

Clip, Clip. Pause. Clip, Clip. Pause. Johnson’s Mum put two pegs on each piece of clothing then bent down to pick up another piece. Flap, flap went the heavy pants of Johnson’s Dad as his Mum flicked out the creases. She clicked them on to the line.

She stood tall and stretched out, her swollen belly protruded out from her shirt. Her back was aching and this pregnancy had gone on just long enough. Johnson looked up and pointed to the sky.

‘Mum, those clouds are really dark.’

‘I know sweetie’ She said without turning her face to the sky. She had become intently focused on a sudden sharp pain that had begun radiating throughout her body. She continued on with her task despite the pain beginning to encroach on her vision.

Johnson crashed two trucks together as loudly as he could. At the same moment thunder cracked overhead startling Johnson. He began to cry. He went over to his mother who was hanging out the last item of clothing.

‘Mummy! I think I broke my trucks.’

She was about to respond when another labour pain broke through and caused her to cry out.

‘I’d better call your father’, she said while bracing for the next onslaught.

Johnson’s Dad was there like a shot and it wasn’t long before they we hurtling through traffic to the hospital. She was laying in the back seat of the car writhing in pain and Johnson had become convinced the trucks he’d smashed together were the cause of this agony.

‘Daddy, did I break Mummy?’ He asked innocently.

‘No, but I think I did.’ He responded with a stern face.

The hospital was still minutes away as Johnson’s mother’s cries came louder and louder from the back of the car. His mother drew a loud breath and held it and then a rather sloppy noise followed soon after.

‘Look out the window kiddo’. His father said as he pulled over.

‘Oh look a rainbow!’