Rain

It's been raining a lot lately, which is a good thing because rain is one of my most favoritest things in the world. I love the sound, I love the smell, I love the feel and the taste.
Some of my best memories involve rain. Running through puddles, climbing hillsides, atop a volcano, in the ocean. In Spanish, they call rain "agua dulce" - sweet water (as opposed to salty ocean water). I never really got the "sweet" part of it until one day a friend and I happened to be swimming in the Pacific Ocean during a rainstorm. I tasted the salty water, then when the rain fell on my face, it tasted sweet.

It's a Friday night. I'm home. By choice. My husband is out and about, and I was invited and declined. I miss my down time. Seems like I'm always on the run somewhere. I used to be a voracious reader, and now I rarely have time to sit and read a book in 2 days. I never write anymore. Thought this blog might encourage that, but it hasn't seemed to. I need alone time to sit and stew and let the mind wander.....