I love rain. I just do. I point out sunshowers to Hero (and usually demand a kiss for luck), I like to feel drizzle against my face, I take walks in all but the heaviest rain. I really wish I had a covered porch, but I don’t, so whenever there’s a heavy rainstorm I want to go over to my parents’ house to make a pot of tea and sit on the porch and watch the rain.
I haven’t really gotten to share the rain with Beauty much. When she was littler she didn’t like having rain fall on her, so if we went for a walk it was with an umbrella. Not a problem, but not the same as a real rain walk. And for heavy rain – well, let’s just say our next house will have a porch.
But yesterday I woke up to a perfect rain. The day was beautifully cool, and the rain was steady and gentle and unlikely to suddenly soak us. I was so excited that I didn’t even eat breakfast before wrapping Beauty up (in the Neobulle, my “comfort wrap”) and heading out.
It was wonderful. Walking around the neighborhood, staring at the richer colors of a rainy day, cuddling together. We got deliciously wet. This, Beauty, is a real rain walk.