Friday, December 11, 2009

a chance of rain

a rain storm summertime growing up meant i would grab my goggles and jump into the pool as quickly as possible. i loved laying at the bottom of the pool and looking up to watch the rain hit the water. when i think of those moments i think of the soothing silence and weightless makes me want to go back....

i want to remember what it felt like to only have the concern if Sister was about the jump in the pool and scare me or if Mom filled the pantry with yummy snacks.

in no way do i want to go back to being a child but i want to remember the feeling of no worries.
the feeling of sheer bliss there was rain on a hot summer day.
the feeling of the only thing which matters is how long i can hold my breath so i do not miss one single rain drop.

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