By scqueen
Date: 17 February 2001
Rain Angel
Soaked from the rain, drained from the week and the traffic, I had two
stops to make before heading home to start the weekend. First, the post
office, which only intensified my aggravation, and then the market,
for a few last minute groceries. After loading my car and backing out of
my parking spot, I stopped. A moment caught me off guard. One that I
thought was quite romantic somehow. A father was tugging at his daughter,
making a mad dash for the car, covering his head from the weather. I
watched her ignore him, taking slower steps. Then she skipped and slipped
into her world, stretching out her arms to embrace the rain. She threw her
head back and stuck out her tongue to catch each drop. She twirled like
that all the way to the car. Not a care, not a worry. She was in love
with life and what it was offering her at that very minute. I have thought
of her since, daily, when I need a perspective on what is really important
in mine.
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