Inspiration?

[blueerica]

As I sit here, in my haze of anti-histamine, I try to think of something fantastic to say about the great outdoors. And I'm zzzz....

All I can focus on is the here and now... The light tinkling of raindrops.

I love getting caught in the rain. I fear I don't get caught in it nearly enough. I love a good downpour. I love getting drenched, and for no good reason; spinning circles in the rain, dancing as though I was Debbie Reynolds waiting for my Gene Kelley... Dodging raindrops like bullets, but finding myself shot anyway...

Though I may look like a drowned rat, I feel like a cleansed soul. Then there's the point at which the rain stops. A quiet night full of freshly-fallen sprinkles, glittering softly upon the asphalt outside my door. The streetlights lend their odd grace to the surface. Crisp, refreshing... Just a dare waiting to happen... A puddle ready to pounce in...