She stood by the large windows, mesmerized by the rain showering her potted hydrangeas and bushes. Droplets raced down the glass. The swish of a car passing by caught her attention, so she looked up. The clouds were heavy. It was so dreary. Captivated by the rain, she was transported to a time when her young son and daughter insisted on stomping in every darn puddle in the parking lot on the way to the car from the grocery store. They were so giddy with hearts full of joy over a simple thing…the rain. This made her smile and long for that time again.
The swish of another car passing by caught her attention again. She didn’t remember rain being in the forecast, but rain is always welcome because rain is magical.