frolicking in the rain

I have done it since I was a little girl. There are slides somewhere depicting the tale of a very young me & a slightly older neighbor boy named Timmy slowly stripping in the rain while pretending to wash my father's car. (This was in the seventies so it was considered art, not kiddie porn.) The sheer joy of playing in the rain has never been lost on me. Throughout my youth and adolescent years, I would find excuses to walk in the rain either alone or with my dog, Thor. (He loved going in the rain as much as I did.) We would walk and run the fields and woods even chasing each other to splash through puddles.

In college, I rarely carried an umbrella. It rained constantly at my college especially on the weekends during the fall and spring. One of my friends accused me of using the tactic of becoming soaked whilst walking through the rain to entice men. If only it had been that easy.

Yet again, there are photos of me (this time fully clothed) soaked after playing in the rain with my friends Laura, Dave, and Karen. We frolicked and splashed each other just outside Gaige Hall while too many people in the dorm watched us. It's a shame they didn't join us. The more, the merrier in that case. When I eventually returned to the dry stale world, I made certain to hug everyone I knew and share the experience. My hair was long and I whipped people with windmills. (Metalheads know what I'm talking about.) Everyone laughed and told us we were crazy. We were completely sober and that dumbfounded the spectators.

Living in San Diego, I miss the rain. The rain conditions are rarely optimal for a good walk. When they are, I take advantage and stroll everywhere without my umbrella. I pretend I don't have one. (I have two in my car.) It rained today, but I was stuck in my car. I would have rather been in the park walking.