I got caught in a rain shower Saturday morning during my neighborhood walk. It was a tad too cold for that to be pleasant, but I had just visited with my neighbors and didn’t mind.
As I walked in the rain, my mind wandered back 20 years ago to when my children were little, both under age 6. We loved taking walks in the neighborhood after a spring shower. We would take off our shoes and splash in the puddles on the sidewalk. If it had been a downpour, we delighted in walking in the street right next to the curb where the rain rushed like a mini-river, swirling around and between our toes and running under our feet. I can still feel that water – soft and pleasant and clean, freely making its way through our foot-barriers and dancing on to its gathering place.
A simple pleasure, but a very fond memory for me. I wonder if my son or daughter remember how much fun we had - how we laughed at the silliness of walking in rain rivers, or how sometimes we got to see a beautiful rainbow. I hope so.
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