Rain

we all talk a good talk
'bout the romance of singing in the rain&;#8230;
but when all is said and done
we just shut all our windows, bring in the laundry and call in the
kids

Why don't we all just take a ? day, take a self-indulgent field
trip
to the world outside our door, the one without mouse cords and
internet
without cable or Big Macs, out into the cordless world of
Nature-Unplugged.

I toss my sandals onto the grass, I've bravely left my umbrella at
home.
My eyes stare down, mesmerized as the water snakes through the
gravel
swirling through my toes
squishing and swirling tunnels 'round my feet
bleeding down the asphalt veins in search of new terrain

I can't believe how it encapsulates me
washes away my stress, wetting my thirst for bottled rain
my dehydrated soul cries out for satisfaction.

My thirsty feet juggle all the input . . . My parched senses hear
rain
touch rain, smell rain-my roots taste it in my hair
mixed with the salty sweat of a warm August day
You can see it dance atop your skin like the tickle of a lover's
light touch.
You giggle with the delight of a child on Christmas morning

So drop your keyboards, and turn off the TV
Kids drop your Playstations, parents drop the rakes, the mowers, the
dishtowels
lovers, drop the bedsheets and friends ditch your fast-food
and come play with me
in the summer rain and we'll all stand there proud before Our
Maker
cheeks saturated with the drink the sky made
looking up from under our wet eyelashes
grinning wet and content
just being

Not just a mom or a dad or a daughter,
a waitress, a tekkie, a busboy, a plumber
Only warm wet children drenched
in the peace
that the wise can know and the fools can ponder
Soaked and satisfied forever savoring the present that is rain