Last night there was a delightful rain, complete with lightening.

I found myself reminiscing over many memories that were born in the rain. Some of them are delightful: great puddle jumping bonanzas. Some of them are sad: letting my tears join with the cleansing rain as I walk and grieve. Some of them filled with frustration: being locked out of the house with no place to go

I suppose it could just be my sentimentality for rain that draws me to ponder its cycle on our good earth, the way it caresses a window, and the fun puddles it forms.

Yet I wonder, if sometimes, there is something about rain that can make an experience stand out. Are there times when the presence of rain makes something more fun, daring, frustrating, exhilarating, etc.?

Topics: life, weather, rain, living, Whimsy