I love the rain. Love the smell of it long after it’s gone. Cuddling under the blankets and watching it out my French doors. I love that it feels like it’s washing away bad days. But I loved it so much more as a child. It was rainy days that brought out rainbows. It was running in the rain, jumping in puddles, making paper boats and following them down the street that I loved the most. As an adult, it’s more of a nuisance.
I Need Sun
Being a born and raised in Southern Californian, I probably wouldn’t survive in another state. I need sun. I need warmth. So, when the latest set of storms came rolling in causing havoc, I stayed in. I refused to go out except when absolutely necessary. Not because I don’t like the rain, but because I’m a spoiled. My days consist of Ubering people around and as most Californians know, driving and rainy days don’t mix. Running around in the rain, trying to keep the kids dry, running errands, keeping appointments, dropping off and picking up kids, just isn’t feasible. It just becomes an obstacle in my already busy day.
I don’t know when I lost that innocent wonderment of the world. When it didn’t matter if my hair got wet or frizzy. When I actually looked forward to jumping in puddles, instead of avoiding them. If that’s what being an adult means, I want to go back to my younger years. Not for vanity reasons. Not to relive my youth. But to enjoy every bit of life. To be happy again. To have that innocence that comes with youth. And to stand in the rain, loving every bit of it, taking in the smell of it, without a worry in the world, before life became so hectic.
But since I don’t have a time machine, I’ll do the next best thing and let my kids bask in that innocence for as long as possible and let them play in the rain.