In which Pooh goes walkabout and gets wet.
It rained today...
First rain...cleansing rain.
I love the rain.
Big fat dollops of water dropped down by clouds made tired by the effort to hold it all in.
There are times when it is so good to be alive and part of the world that you just have to start spinning and jumping until you are so exhausted by the release that you simply cannot stand up anymore.
If you think you are too old to spin and jump, I am sorry for you...
If you think you should not do this because you would look silly standing outside in the rain bopping around like a hyper-active Muppet, I am so sorry for you.
It reminded me today, with all the bad that is going on, with all the pain and hurting people in the world, that tomorrow it will rain again. And somewhere in the world, there is someone breathing in, and spinning and jumping. And that gives me hope
If I live to be 100 years old, I will never tire of the smell of the air just after it has rained. It is an odd and hard to describe smell, but it is such a HUMAN smell that I do not need to remind you what it is like. We can all shut our eyes and the fragrance is in our heads and in our noses.
Can you taste it?? Yes? .....We ALL can. I know you are all out there, right now, smiling at the taste of it in your mouth.
It is a smell that speaks of life and of the planet and of growing things. It is pungent with earth's creation and it such sweet perfume.
It has a tang that is so familiar, so a part of us, so much a genetic mnemonic of life, that we just know we have been breathing it, tasting it and enjoying it for thousands of generations.
White, Black, Brown. Catholic, Jewish, Muslim. We ALL breathe the same air. We have all tasted of the same rain.
Maybe tomorrow when it rains, (and it will my friends, it will) we will remember that we are all brothers and sister in the human race.
I walked in the rain today........ and I am alive.
oh jack, this is so beautiful. just last night i was looking out the windows and thinking about how much i love the rain.
then it got all over my apartment and i had to wipe everything off with a towel.
it still smells great, though. and i love how the bark on the trees gets totally black and the buds are a crazy neon green.
let's go jump in some puddles!
Posted by: irish-girl on April 16, 2003 04:32 PMThe only personal ad I've ever placed in my life was years ago and I still remember it because I loved what I wrote. (she said with great humility)
'How about puddle stomping into spring with a kite flying fool?'
That's it. I went on a date with one freak and one weirdo and decided that my foolish days should be kept to myself.
I love spring rains.
Posted by: mopsa on April 22, 2003 05:57 AMThe only thing I can say to that mopsa, is that with complete truthfulness (really), if I had ever answered an ad in the paper, I would have answered an ad like that. I hope that doesn't make me TOO much of a freak weirdo.
(although it was probably in the GLBT section of the paper, so then I just would have admired it ;-)
Posted by: jack on April 22, 2003 06:27 PMI like boys too. Ask Meg. We're bad.
Posted by: mopsa on April 24, 2003 08:36 AMnice!
Posted by: milf hunter on December 19, 2003 04:42 PM