Memories

It's funny the nature of memories. One minute you're mindlessly entering data into the computer, and then something sweet triggers a dusty corner in your mind and you are swept away by a small, seemingly insignificant moment. Mine was a time when I was little. I remember a nice summer evening, shorts, cattails, baseball, muddy water, tadpoles, small friends, happiness.

I Love Rain! It is so beautiful! When dark rolling clouds race across the sky and the wind blows the trees it thrills me. From the window I sit next to I can see the wind blowing flower petals through the air in colorful swirls, almost as if the flower fairies are excited to dance through the wind. The trees are waving their long arms in one direction then another, faster, faster.

And then it is still.

Soon the wind builds up and the lightning strikes. One, two, three, four, Boom! Pat, pat, pat... the rain comes, slowly at first and then it builds in strength. People hurry by, umbrellas pulling in their hands. My window is covered in small diamonds of water and light, some racing from the top to the bottom, pulling others with them.

Soon I will walk home and listen to the sound of the rain falling on the hood of my jacket and watch it bounce on the ground, little ripples moving across the surface of quickly growing puddles. I will laugh out loud and hurry home to a nice warm blanket and good book, opening the window until I am too cold and breathing in the fresh smell of rain.

Life is beautiful.