Rain

Growing up in the rain capital of the US, Washington, one is quick to dismiss the greatness of it. However, being a San Diego-ite now it is quick to forget because it never happens. Well today it did, and it was a pretty nice downpour. The rain really is a treat to the senses, as long as it is not a daily occurrence. I really can not remember the last time I was able to just sit and take it in. The sound of the drops falling on the roof, the trees, the bushes, what stands in it's way to reaching the ground. The smell that commences almost immediately after the first drops, and of course the sight of everything. From the color changes of the pavement, to the drops covering the tops of leaves and cars.

It seems that as we get older all we think about when it begins to rain is, "Man, I don't want to get wet." But in our younger years remember how excited you got when the water started to fall? Can you remember how much fun and excitement you had jumping and splashing through every puddle? It is funny how much we change as we "grow up" isn't it?