Water, water, water, falling from the sky, in drops, sheets, buckets, as well as cats and dogs.
She stands in the middle of it, her happy face upturned, mouth wide open to catch the drops of delight as they tumble from the sky. Her arms are thrown wide, palm up, catching more drops than her mouth. Her hair is plastered to her head, and her clothing is stuck to her skin. The hungry streams, dry for so long burst their banks, flowing with water for the first time in months. Grass long dead drinks deeply, and revives before her eyes. A landscape of dry tan bursts into brown mud, green grass, and beautiful flowers right in front of her.
All the water falling by her seems to miss her mouth. It lands instead on her nose, onto her eyelids, her cheeks. It drops into the shells of her ears, and she’ll shake it all out later, laughing, drying herself off with a towel. But for now, she forgets what dry is, and revels in the water.
Water pools in her palms, and she brings it quickly to her mouth, giggling as it all falls out onto the ground. Her shoes are soaked, and she kicks off the clinging Converse, pulling off her socks, throwing the dainty white things into the mud at her feet, digging her toes into the luxuriously soft and malleable mud.
And the rain falls. It falls heavily one moment, thundering on the roof, screaming through the air, wind whipping the drops at her face. But then it’s soft the next moment, kissing her cheeks, caressing her lips, and dribbling sweetly into the streams.
The pressure changes so often, she’s never sure which face of the rain she loves more. Puckering her lips, she kisses the rain as it tumbles onto her lips. She cups her hands, and lifts them high, catching drops, and bringing them quickly to her mouth. She gets a mouthful of water, and laughs so hard she cries.
With a sigh, she grabs her shoes and socks, and wanders home, delighted by the rain.
Rain, rain, rain…
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