a summer rain

This afternoon I sat outside on our bench on the back porch. It’s just outside the sliding door, mostly covered by a small eave. I started off writing in my diary… and kind of daydreaming, I guess. It started to sprinkle a bit, and I didn’t mind. Eventually I went inside to trade in my diary for my book. I went back outside and lied down to read… it was still sprinkling. The rain came harder and I remained where I was. My dad informed me that it didn’t make much sense. I didn’t care.

I love a good rain in the summer. Not an all-out storm, just rainfall. Be it a light rain or a downpour, you can feel it rejuvenating the life around you. You can smell the ozone as the drops hit the ground, mixing with the scent of fresh blossoms on the flowers… mmm it’s a beautiful fragrance. Pssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… it’s a constant pitter-patter… almost smooth yet still percussive. It’s so refreshing to sit listening to the rain rush through the leaves and bouncing lively from the ground. It’s peaceful. Comforting.

Occasionally a small droplet hit my cheek… it was a cool rain. The air surrounding me became chilly with the rain, completely refreshing in the midst of summer. But no matter how cool the air was or how wet the patio became, the concrete was still warm beneath my toes. I just sat there… soaking in the cool on my face, and the warmth into my feet… listening, smelling, sensing…

~swept away singing in the rain~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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