Walking in the Rain

For many, many years I have talked about the joy of walking in a summer rain. This morning I did it on purpose for the first time I can remember. As I left the cottage, I turned back to get my Netflix DVD to take with me and put in the mailbox to be picked up. As I did I hesitated, thinking "it may rain" as a few drops hit the roof of the carport. I realized it didn't matter, or rather that it did matter--I'd enjoy it. And, so I did. It never entered my head to get a rain jacket. Past the mailbox, I thought the drops were falling from the trees I was walking under near the bridge but as I started up the hill toward Edgefield Road I could see the soft rain falling in the open areas. I continued until it was clearly getting more serious about raining and I was within 20 yards of my usual turning point. I reversed my direction and within just a minute or two I debated about whether to take off my glasses or just look through the drops accumulating on the lenses. I left them on and began smiling realizing that an item on my bucket list was coming to fruition. What a glorious way to begin my day! Now my sweater and skirt are hanging over a couple of chairs to dry and I'm settled in on the porch. No plans til tonight at 6:00 yoga class. Oh Happy Day!