Dancing in the Rain

I love all the rain in spring—the downpour on the deck, the rumbling sky, colors warping in the changing light. I revel in a dimly lit room and imagine I’m in a cave a hundred thousand years ago, watching nature’s display. 

This year, my kids started playing in the rain. Most of us used to do the same at some time in our lives. I haven’t in years, but now I wonder why I gave up such an enjoyable habit. Something about having to clean up the wet clothes and wait for the shoes to dry takes the magic out of it.

But watching my son dance in the rain—soaked and carefree—brings sweet comfort. It feels good to know in this stressful, fast-paced world, the newest generation can still appreciate the rain.