JulieAloha

January 17, 2017

I’m grateful for rain, for the lovely sound it makes in the quiet of the early morning or on shiny tin roofs, for the mesmerizing patterns of movement of rings within rings, and for its life giving properties falling freely from the skies. There’s a scent of turned earth when it first commences raining, the ground speckles with tiny, individual drops and slowly the gaps fill in, darken and connect. It isn’t as pure as once it was, but I still take the risk, turning my nose up to the oncoming drops, eyes closed, slight smile playing on my open lips as I try to catch rain on my tongue. I wish I still had bright rubber rain boots to leap joyfully into puddles, splashing with the children and giggling with glee.

Who knows? Maybe I will anyway!