I love rain.
Most people find it gloomy.
But every time it rains, my face breaks out in a grin
as memories flood through my mind's eye and warm my soul.
Some of my best memories have come with rain.
Dancing in the middle of a downpour during the best week of my life,
then walking to session, my hair dripping,
my clothes sagging, the wettest person there.
Running through a raging storm, splashing in nearly knee-deep puddles
as I made my way through Washington, D.C.,
surrounded by friends, all of us dressed in our best.
Sitting in an amphitheater, writing and practicing a speech. Clouds were just gathering, the wind picking up, a few drops hitting my nose. I had thought myself completely relaxed as I timed my words. But a friend's voice behind me made me scream, jump up, start to run, then burst into laughter as we both shook our heads at my over-reaction.
Running through a downpour, holding my tiny umbrella, another friend's hand gripped over mine, stumbling, laughing, trying to reach the stone legislative building ahead, getting wet despite our efforts.
Standing in a torrential downpour, trying to transfer luggage to another car, laughing as a parent ordered his son to do something before realizing it was the child hadn't seen for a week.
Singing in the middle of a parking lot.
Riding Splash Mountain over and over and over again,
not caring how wet I got.
Just happy to be having a great time.
Walking arm in arm with a close friend I rarely see,
talking about anything and everything as rain gently fell.
Rain is my friend.
Whenever it pours, my heart fills with smiles and laughter..
Memories that I will never forget.
Memories that will always make me love rain.