Rain

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.

Drenching rains are renewing.

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 Utah are so easy to recall. Remembering them even now I can smell the ozone that rips the sky when the lighting cracks.

Summer storms make me giddy.