Life: Into every life …

I stood in the rain last night.

A cold front pushed through our area last night just after dinner, bringing with it gusty winds and big, fat rain drops. I just had to stick my head out the door to feel the wind, the wonderful wind on my face. Being inside is just too far from this all too short season. And the wind felt like cool spring.

Once my head was out the door, it was impossible for the rest of me not to yearn for the same. So, I hopped outside for a brief moment, stood in the thick, cold rain and felt exhilarated by the rush of life. I wonder if that’s how plants feel when the rain comes. Each dashing droplet that struck my skin (and here I’ll note that at times there are incredible but rare advantages to having a completely shaved head) was like a joyous bolt of electricity, recharging my batteries. 

I can’t recall doing this since I was in high school. There, in deeply rural Hanover County, we’d sit on the long porch and watch the spring storms wet the earth. One day I just stood up, walked down the steps and into the rain. No where to go, no car to hurry from or to, nothing to keep dry. Nothing to do but stand there and experience how amazing rain can feel.

Last night, I only jumped out there for two moments, but it was enough. It was rejuvenating. Almost literally.