It rained the other day.
It’d been quite a while since the last rain.
I sat in my corner
watching the drops hit our pond,
and I thought to myself,
“My, it has been a while since I last played in the rain.
I should change that.”
So, I hopped into a pair of shorts and sandals.
I walked out the door.
I felt the instant chill
as the drops hammered against my skin.
My shoulders tensed up in the cold.
My face broke into a smile.
I ran and stomped and played
in the puddles, brown and cold.
I felt alive again.
It was a pleasant experience.
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
It rained the other day.
It’d been quite a while since the last rain.
I sat in my corner
watching the drops hit our pond,
and I thought to myself,
“My, it has been a while since I last played in the rain.
I should change that.”
So, I hopped into a pair of shorts and sandals.
I walked out the door.
I felt the instant chill
as the drops hammered against my skin.
My shoulders tensed up in the cold.
My face broke into a smile.
I ran and stomped and played
in the puddles, brown and cold.
I felt alive again.
It was a pleasant experience.
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