I’ve always loved the rain. I’m drawn outside when the sky lets loose and a downpour begins. When I was 10 I would miss the bus “accidentally” whenever it rained. I’d walk down the block to A&W and get a root beer float and just walk the neighborhood sipping on that treat getting soaked until I was freezing inside and out. I loved to jump in the rapids that form along the gutters rushing always onward to the ocean.
Summer rain seeps into my being; warm water soaking through my hair, clothes and skin. The lighting and thunder of the summer storm like at grandma’s house in southern
Summer storms make me giddy.