Dance in the rain

Oh, my. I knew, but I’d forgotten. The absolute sheer joy of it. The smell of the drops on the hot earth. The sweet cool air rushing past as I spin, arms out, feet skipping, in a rhythm that is only mine. The soft sound of it, hitting trees, hitting grass, hitting me. The complete sense of wonder and oneness with all things alive. Oh, my.

it rained all day while i was at work on tuesday and i had so hoped the chance to complete this would still be there when i got home, but alas, the drops stopped only a few miles short of my house. i will continue to search for the opportunity.