One thing about Florida is when it rains, it really rains. This weekend has been particularly wet. Today, I was sitting in my car for a minute after getting home when it started to rain. It went from nothing to complete downpour in a matter of seconds. Just going from my car to the building 20 feet away was enough to get me half-soaked. Well, I figured I was already halfway there, why not make the best of it.
So I stepped out into the deluge.
It. was. amazing.
The rain was warm and strangely inviting. I walked out into the parking lot and jumped around in this stream that had formed there. I stood and put my face to the sky and let the rain wash away all the worry and regret and fear and anxiety of the last few months...if only for a minute. I felt young again. I can't remember the last time that I actually played in the rain, twirling and jumping and splashing, without regard to how wet I was getting or who was watching. None of it mattered.
I'm sure there's a deeper lesson to be had in this one little moment in time, something transcendental. But honestly, I don't want to think about that just yet. I just want to enjoy it for what it was and when it was...A typical Florida rainstorm in June and a 29 year old man-child acting the fool for the world to see with the biggest smile he's had on his face in a long, long time.
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