Downpour

Early this afternoon, raucous clouds gathered west of Eagle Heights. They rode a loud wind and poured out their joy over two women and a baby walking under basswood and oak trees.

Once we realized a soaking was inevitable, we laughed and gloried in the cool freshness. My mom held the umbrella over Ramona’s stroller while Ramona reveled in the unexpected, loud wetness all around us. I ran and breathed hard between giggles, washed into childhood by the joy, the frantic dance.

Inside, towel drying, we felt clean in a way only the heavens can bathe: full of splashing song, graced in gray delight.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s