Rain has always amazed me. Droplets of water fall from the sky. Even as the sun is shining on a summer day it could rain. Each drop is on a different journey. Maybe it would run off into a large body of water or into a sewer drain or fall onto somebody’s umbrella.
There has always been something about rain that makes me overwhelmingly happy. I love walking in the rain. I bring an umbrella but it’s more because I love to dance with it. I live on a long windy road with about five houses on it. I don’t have to worry about anything in the rain. I don’t have to worry about what people think of me. I just enjoy being me.
As each drop falls to the ground around me, I hear the drops on the trees. The misty smell of the trees fills the air. Puddles form in the pot holes of the dirt road. As I walk (or dance) on the road I kick water up out of each clear puddle.
When the rain stops the water drips from the trees and collects on the grass. All of a sudden I am aware of how cold the water feels. I walk slowly back into my house. I put the hot water on so I could have a hot beverage.