I don’t mind the rain
In fact, I’m rather fond of it. 🌧
When I was a small child, we lived in Belgium for a season. Dad let my sister and I dance on our urban balcony in the rain. I remember the laughter, joy and freedom that washed over us. We were little and stark naked.
Although clothed, I used to take my boys puddle jumping in our neighborhood park that overlooked the ocean. While other parents held their children’s hands tightly, begging them to avoid the puddles, I was encouraging my boys to run through them and jump in them repeatedly. We lived in Seattle, so puddle jumping was a frequent activity. Although sometimes this was a spontaneous event, often we’d be prepared for our rain adventures. We’d have clean towels, a change of clothes and often a picnic waiting for us in our car.
So today it’s a rainy day and I’m more than fine with it. In fact I’m hoping the skies opened up and it really pours - Laurie Allen
"To them, time was like rain, glittering as it fell, changing the world, but something that could also be taken for granted." Cassandra Clare
Photo Credit: Sally Werner