I looked out the window from the comfort of my couch and saw that my small corner of the world had transformed from a dry and blustery winter day to a thing of rain-soaked beauty.The most immediate plan to form in my mind was to run outside (still in my church clothes, no less) and become soaked to the skin - letting the water run down my upturned face as I spun in circles, arms outstretched, welcoming this gift from the heavens. I had a fleeting moment of giddy anticipation...
...until I remembered that it is only 36 degrees outside. And that I am a major wimp when it comes to cold.
Oh, Spring, where art thou?!
And so I mouthed these words to the overcast skies:
raincheck
4 comments:
I'm glad you came to your senses, Gerb. Warm summer rainshowers, yes. (I might even join you when you redeem your raincheck!) Cold showers, no thank you.
I love how you write. That was poetry at it's best. Raincheck!
The hills are alive...
I too share that same affinity for the rain. I don't know about dancing in it, but a little jig might be appropriate.
Bec- I'll call you when the first Spring rain hits...
Gina- You always make me feel so clever and poetic. Thanks!
Tchn5th- Even just standing in it - or splashing in puddles - can be invigorating.
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