A joy in rain

      Waking feeling so warm. Covers tangle around
me. Senses brought to believe swimming in the hot
sun and vast blue ocean.

       Oh how comforted I am of not sinking. No fear
of unknown. So soothed.

        A walk to grab the mail. Realizing that it is cool
and wet outside. Stepping down to first landing. I
smile. So happy of freshness after broken smoke
signals. Enjoying the music of raindrops hitting my
umbrella and sidewalk. Water running down into
the earth and leaving some standing pools. Ah how
I jump in them.

       A smile again appears. Ah water splashing
everywhere. Thankful that no one was around me.
No disrespect of enjoying self. A soft chuckle exits
my throat. Quirky me. Oh how I have always loved
jumping, splashing in a puddle.

                  Am I silly?

        Prolonging the experience outside. Breathing
deep before chill makes me realize that I am not
dressed to continue standing outside.

        Placing key to box. Grabbing one piece of
mail. Wow! Not junk and it is for me. Happy it is not
a bill either. Happy dance.

       Glancing up once more. Removing umbrella,
allowing drops to caress my face, my arms.

        Such joy. The tears of the clouds. Would you
not rejoice in this rainfall?

        Would you come outside with me? Watch me
be childish only to see a huge grin crease over my
face? Would you enjoy this secret moment of me?

        An opened spirit soaring, listening to the songs
of praise. Nodding, giving my thanks to my Father,
Jehovah for a small gesture of love. To see his
daughter excited, remembering how grand yet
simple life should be.

        Oh breathing slow and deep. Inhaling the
peace of overcast skies, the cooling wind caressing
the soul, skin. How it lifes cinnamon strands to
playfully touch neck, face and lips. A memory falls
over mind as I brush hair away from sensitive,
rosy lips.

       Tiny steps I take to stretch out a moment of
hidden glory. Smiling, hoping that you,too, are
enjoying my pace. Seeing that I am shining bright.

       Bouncing up first set of concrete steps to
landing. A few more long breaths before I hit the
cigarette infested air.

       Last few steps I pull umbrella completely closed.
Feeling the cold soak throughout soul, skin. inhaling
through teeth. A pleasurable pain that shocks
lungs with sharpness. Prepping self of indoors.

        Looking forward to a quick dance that I plan to
have when smoke engine leaves apartment.
Forward forward.

         Praying that Jehovah hears my concerns over
this person's personal choice. Also that he hears
the roaring quaking me to core. Hopes of ,yes, you
want to join me in my quest, adventure of a simple
walk. Yes even in midst of a storm.

                 Perhaps, yes, even in thoughts?