Rain

When the clouds roll in and the sky turns dark, people everywhere run for cover. Newspapers, book bags, and coats pulled up over heard as they run to keep dry. If I have somewhere to go, I'm one of them, seeking out anything to keep my hair dry, so I don't look so waterlogged when I get wherever I'm going. But if I'm at home, I get to indulge. If I'm at home, I might sit on the front porch as that stormy darkness takes over the sky and makes everything glow with a strange greenish light. Sometimes the wind is cold and the rain falls sideways, sometimes it's just a wee mist of a rain. But sometimes, like tonight, it is the perfect combination of light and darkness where the air is still except for the huge drops of rain that bounce and dance on the sidewalk out front. Sometimes, when the day is as hot as today was, and my temper could use as much cooling off as the overheated sidewalk, I fling open the porch door, march down the steps and plant my feet beyond the reach of the porch overhang, and look up. I feel the rain fall in heavy thick drops on my face, and I smile.  Simple pleasures.  When was the last time you enjoyed the simplicity of creation around you?  Isn’t it time to find that again?