Monday morning, the beginning of a new week, and rain is falling.
A gentle rain, just what we need after all this time of drought. The sounds of the drops on the roof almost lull me back to sleep. Gentle, quiet sounds.
I only had to think about it for a minute or two, then I did what my heart was telling me…put on a jacket, and hat, grabbed the camera and went to a park. Then I intentionally walked in the rain, for the first time in years.
Why is it that we want to do this when we are kids, want to play in the rain, and then when we “grow up” we decide it’s not a good idea?
When I could feel the rain running behind my ears I decided to get back home.
What stays with me is the soft music of the rain falling on the earth, a sweet bunch of robins gathering worms from the moist ground, the aroma of the rain and the damp earth, and the glistening jewels on everything.