Rain

I love the smell of rain. I don't know why but I just love the smell of rain hitting the earth. It smells so alive, so fresh, so earthy. I wish I could bottle that smell and keep it with me. But I think if I were to try to do that it would take away from its freshness.

This weekend was a pretty gloomy day here in the Sunshine State. It was cloudy almost all weekend and on Saturday it rained almost all day. But I loved it. I loved to look out my window and see the rain coming down. I loved to watch the trees gently sway back and forth as the wind passed through their leaves. It all seemed like a dance. Sometimes on days like that I just lay on my bed and stare out my window into the sky and the trees.

On days like those I get the urge to run out and dance in the rain with my hands stretched up high...but such fanciful thoughts are for children...well maybe. Maybe one day I will do just that. I will go out and let the cool rain fall on my face and I will smell it's freshness. And for just a moment I will be a part of that magical dance that we so often watch through a window....

I love the rain....