A Little Fall of Rain

On my walk this morning, it started to rain a little bit. A drizzle, while the sun peeked out of thick, pink clouds in the early morning light. A few other people braved this unpredictable weather, all of us unsure whether we should head back home or carry on. Would the rain stop? Would it rain harder? We didn’t know, so we proceeded to walk the dog or push the stroller or listen to music as the tiny droplets of rain freckled our shirts.

It was actually a pleasant sensation for the most part, like walking with a mister that followed you wherever you went. It kept the temperature down and the sun off of our faces and shoulders. Plenty of time for all of that later in the day…like now. No one seemed all that irked by the rain. It’s so refreshing to get a break from the bracing summer weather (humidity, sunshine, heat), that no one minded the rain.

At different points of my time outside, it rained harder and less hard. Always unexpectedly, but never enough to feel damp. Never enough to make me turn back; probably not even enough to make less-motivated exercisers stay indoors. Mostly enough to remind all of us that we could use more rain, and isn’t it nice that it’s not hot outside yet, and look at those beautiful clouds.

When I got home, my husband asked me if I got wet. “A little,” I replied.

(Title from the musical Les Miserables)