Rain

Sometimes it’s important to stand in the rain. To feel its tickle and kiss, see it curve in the breeze, come at you from the side, or down from the sky in straight-arrow lines, let it dampen your clothes, run in rivulets through your hair, down into your socks. And you scream and laugh and jump up and down, and sing a happy song, or a sad one if you like.

Sometimes you’ve just got to stand out there. To know it won’t hurt you. To know you’re alive. To know what home and shelter mean again.

Sometimes it’s important to stand in the rain.