As a child in Northeast Montana, I loved the rain so much I would go outside in it with my swimsuit on and wash my hair with shampoo rinsed with rainfall. I would swirl and dance out there in the rain, which came too infrequently and left too quickly. I would inhale the delightful scent of freshness it brought to the land. Whenever rain clouds hovered, without fail I would say, “Bring it on!”
My kids must have inherited this rain gene from me. Just yesterday my 10-year-old said she likes rainy days even more than sunny ones. When I returned this morning from a breakfast date with a friend, she and two other of my children were reveling in a downpour, the littlest one still in his jammies, enjoying every moment.
Or maybe it’s just the innocence of a child, a child who has no real concerns of flooding or drought. These bigger issues that we adults fret about rarely affect children, who see life through a prism of hopefulness, if we’re lucky.
On this day, I wasn’t about to cast a negative cloud on their early-morning dance in the rain. I simply ran inside to get my camera so that I might freeze a moment or two of their raindy-day zeal.
Oh, to be frequently reminded of the simple pleasures in life. Of all of the benefits of parenthood, this has been one of the greatest.