and it rained

I remember running in the rain.
The smell of the coming rain. The contrast of dark skies and bright grass. The strong breeze that accompanies the first burst of drops. The faint rumble of thunder. Twisting and twirling while our skin felt the relief of the plummeting drops. Squeals of laughter and fright. Until the fun ends and we're sheltered from the storm.


photo taken Wednesday from my balcony