It's quite possible that summer is here, complete with the warm, pouring bursts of rain I remember so well from my teenaged years. Those were the days when we hopped on our bicycles, rode to town, stopped at Burger King for lunch, and got caught in several downpours in the process. There is nothing quite so wonderful as a warm summer rain, even if we don't need anymore precipitation.
A light rain was still falling when the sun peeked out from behind the clouds. Rather than soak my freshly washed kitchen floor, I opened the front door and asked Hannah for my camera. She raised both her eyebrows and my camera before handing it over. I was drenched from head to toe, mascara running down my face, rain spattered reading glasses atop my head, and a smile on my face.
Since I was already wet but not at all chilled, I said "yes" to the rocking chair swing that was calling my name. I refuse to complain about the rain that I can't keep from falling anyway. Might as well enjoy its beauty instead, besides it was a wonderful way to wrap up the afternoon.
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france? me? really? um, next week?
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