It rained… finally. It has been a long summer of very little rain and lots of watering of plants. We were out walking about a half mile from home when it hit. Not a hard rain, but a drenching rain. The sort of rain that once you make up your mind you are going to get wet and there is no way around that (“not like you are made of spun sugar” my mother would say), you can enjoy it.
As we walked back to the house, and I gave up cleaning off my glasses, I tried to remember the last time I had walked in the rain to the point of soaked…not the quick dash into Target or the quick walk from my car to work… but just walking in the rain like you see small kids do. Feeling the rain on my face. Feeling my t-shirt grow heavier the wetter it got, letting my toes squish in my wet shoes and socks… just being totally in the rain.
Sometimes I forget how centering being immersed in nature can be… I probably need to walk in the rain more often.