chasing the sun

Some people become extremely distressed and sad when it rains...still others drive absentmindedly and turn 360's across 4 lanes of traffic..but I love the rain. When I was in college, my friend Keith and I used to play in the rain. I went to school in Texas and it hardly ever rained. Ah, but when it did...the air smelled so clean and the big sky was silver and gray with glints of white. I remember one particular day when it was raining so hard, you couldn't see to walk, but we decided to play in the rain anyway and we dragged a bunch of our friends out with us. Keith called it "frolicking" and he did it quite regularly, rain or shine. But that day stands out in my memory as one of the best, not for any particular reason except that we took something potentially frustrating and made it very special.

Now that I am a grown up...ahem...and have put all those childish things behind me to sit behind a boring desk at my boring job and stare out my recessed window at the brick building that obstructs my view of the city, I find myself longing to play in the rain once again...to kick off my shoes, roll up my jeans (thank God for casual Friday) and run through wet grass.

Mostly, though, I think the rain makes me lonely for old friends and dreams. But it also makes me long for adventure, adventure you can only dream about sitting by the window on a rainy day...