It is the best kind of rain.
Out of nowhere, unexpected, smack dab in the middle of a beautiful afternoon. Like tears streaming in the midst of laughter, the culmination and mixing of opposite emotions.
Perfect.
I lift my face skyward. As I watch the dancing of rain and sunlight I feel as though I have been here before, with opposing seasons competing over me.
And then I remember. . .
Out of nowhere, unexpected, smack dab in the middle of a beautiful afternoon. Like tears streaming in the midst of laughter, the culmination and mixing of opposite emotions.
Perfect.
I lift my face skyward. As I watch the dancing of rain and sunlight I feel as though I have been here before, with opposing seasons competing over me.
And then I remember. . .
