Yesterday we had a luscious rain. It made the air muggy and humid and for some strange reason, I decided to straighten my hair.
It always seems I straighten my hair when there is rain. It could be psychological, but I think it is actually Mother Nature. She sees me straightening my hair, and decides to make it rain. Something along those lines. I have learned, when I want rain, I pull out my straightening gear (a brush and a curling iron. Yes, a curling iron to straighten my curly hair. I get the irony) and inevitably, I am graced with rain. Like clockwork.
Faye wanted to play out in the rain. She has always loved the rain splashing on her face, the puddles splashing up around her legs as she joyfully stomps. A girl after my own heart. I still go out of my way when I find a large puddle. Some things just need to be splashed, regardless of age or decorum.
Keith thought she was crazy and went inside to play with legos as she stomped and danced and embraced the rain mist kisses on her face.
After a while, though, her squeals of joy and laughter enticed him and his resistance went down. He soon joined her, except he took an umbrella with him.
When they were thoroughly wet from the humidity and rain, it was lunch time. They came in and we had cocoa.
Well, they had cocoa. I had Pumpkin spiced cider.
It was delicious. They agreed. The comfort and peace cocoa and rain combined bring is out of this world.