I love the rain. Everything about it. The sight, sound, and smell of it. Last night I was sitting on our porch and Charlie, our four year old, came out to sit with me. He asked why I was sitting in the rain. I told him I just liked it. Charlie stuck his hand out to feel the rain and I quickly issued my typical, “be careful. . . ” What was I saying? Be careful of what? Getting wet? I looked at him and asked if he wanted to go in the rain. He was obviously surprised by this invitation and hesitated for a moment before asking for his rain coat and his hooded shirt. I told him that it was warm and he can just go play.
Oh, the sound that escaped from his throat was complete joy! He quickly ran in and called his sister to join him and I ran behind to grab my camera. . . .