“Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby. ”
– Langston Hughes
This past weekend was prime conditions for a favorite Winter past time of mine …. jumping in puddles!
I awoke to the rhythmic thumping sound on my roof and a smile immediately spread wide across my face. I sprang to the window …. YES!!!
I threw on an old pair of jeans, a coat, and my oh so FABULOUS POLKA DOT RAIN BOOTS. Quickly I glanced around to see if Oliver was ready to go too – surely my frantic speech rate and giddy tone had his tail wagging. “Oliver,” I shouted, “Let’s go, time for a walk.”
Unsolicited offer of a walk …. nothing. He might have raised an eyebrow.
Ok, so not so much. Let’s just say that Mr. O doesn’t exactly share my enthusiasm for rain, or mornings, or anything not involving 70 degree temps and a pillow.
Enough about that, puddles were rapidly forming and I could already feel the cool splash creeping up my legs. Out the door I fled.
It was joyous!
The rain was still pouring down, slapping me in the face with every leap. I gave myself a 6 on quality of puddles found, and an 8 for distance.
I can hardly wait until the next rainy weekend day. I plan to do it up even bigger – a little singin’, a little dancin’.