Summer rain

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“Summer rain
Whispers me to sleep
And wakes me up again”

I hear the song in my head and can feel the beat. I whisper and dance in joy.  I open the front door and watch the storm.  Sky is menacing and water is pouring from the sky; It’s warm.  I LOVE a summer shower.  It’s soothing and rejuvenating.   A summer rain never lasts too long, it holds the promise that the sun will come out again.

The rain is wonderful!  It hydrates the plants, trees, flowers, and grass that the sun had scorched.  It revives nature’s beautiful creations.  I watch it come down- from the comfort of my home – makes me happy. I can’t remember the last time I ran in the rain, played in the rain, danced in the rain.  Do kids do that these days?  It kind of saddens me how children today don’t know how to enjoy their youth. I rarely see neighborhood kids riding bikes, playing basketball, jumping rope, having a group of  friends together and running, laughing, making up silly songs and dances.  What do kids nowadays do besides being on their phone and tablets?

I have some fond memories of my childhood.  I remember swinging so high on metal swings in the park while leaning way back that I felt I could touch the clouds.  I remember roller skating at the rolling rink and trying to turn and dance with the skates like the pros.  I remember teaching myself to swim at a friend’s pool.  I also have many scars from being outside and playing.  Yes I remember the broken finger, the torn skin, the stiches… but I remember them fondly.  Now when reminiscing with friends I have stories to share.  I wonder what kinds of stories children today will share when they get older?

I’m glad to have created memories.  I’m glad I can appreciate the rain and see the wisdom and love behind it’s existence.  The comfort of a good rain: ahh the feeling is so tangible.  It brings back memories of rain drops on a tin roof.  It’s soothing and it’s the best sleep you can experience.  You wake up with a smile.

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4 thoughts on “Summer rain

  1. I remember the door being locked so you can’t run in and out all day. Those were some good times. Talk about playing in the rain…oh yes! Those summer rains were the best of times! I miss being that free. Thanks for the memories.

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