What I think about when it is storming hard and Jason is gone and the cat is hiding under the bed:
When the sun comes back, they're going to grow so fast...
Okay, okay. So what I really think is "I HATE STORMS I HATE STORMS stupid thunder lightning is awful I wonder if I can fit under the bed with the cat will Jason laugh at me if he comes home and I am covered in dust? Do I care?" and the bit about the fields comes later when they're all gone and the sun peeks back out at me again.
But isn't the picture and its little caption a lot more poetic than that?