the rain, people. i love the rain. beyond how badly we need it, i love it. when i was a girl i used to run barefoot in it, race sticks down gutters, and gleefully soak myself to the skin at every opportunity. i have memories of playing under the glow of streetlights in the rain, with the blessing of my mom, who wisely allowed joyful play of almost any kind. when you are a kid, the rain is a friend, not a threat. it changed the world into something more sensual - it smells different, feels different - dirt becomes mud and gutters become rivers, and it sounds different. there's no worry about your hair, your shirt, your makeup, your book, your laptop, your suit... every small face lifts itself to the rain, without needing to be reminded.
don't you wish you could go back to that?
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I am a wise old momma! If I did anything right I let you enjoy life - and I enjoyed it right along with you. Do you remember the girls eating rain the first summer you came to our house in KY? Mum
I do wish I could go back, but learned too recently that lifting my face to nature of any sort is hazardous to my health.
I love barefoot walking in the rain and all too often I worry about the hair, the makeup, the time, the lightening...etc... :0)
it's not only the raining moments i love, but the rebirth and fresh start of the world post rain. few scents rival the purfume of the world post rain.
stick racing rulez!
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