Children don’t fear the rain.
“It’s going to rain a lot today!” I call after my son who is in the process of jumping on his bike to head off to school.
“So?” And he’s gone.
I was the same, if I think about it. In galloshes and slicker, I splashed and sloshed and jumped to my heart’s content.
Umbrella overhead, I listened to the beat of a million tiny drums, and danced along.
Playing giant to the stick towns I built in the mud – March’s snow and ice and meltwater was best – I blocked up the streams and watched the great flood.
I waded in lakes up to the tops of my boots, just to see if I could.
I turned my face up to the sky, closed my eyes and, laughing, was refreshed.
If we are not made of sugar what do we fear?
Today, when nothing else would clear the cobwebs, when I need refreshing more than I need to sit still, I, childlike, headed out to the puddles.
I turned my face skyward once more and let the rain wash away all my cares.
Out there, far from grey office and buzzing screen, out there, I stopped thinking and just was.
I was part of Nature.
I was part of Outside.
I was refreshed.
I can’t promise this will be the last one about the rain. I’m inspired!