It’s springtime on the West Coast and the rain is dumping down. Great, fat raindrops that soak you instantly when they plop onto your shoulder. Or tiny, nearly-invisible raindrops that form an all-encompassing damp that chills you deeper with every step.
So today, I’m grateful for umbrellas. And pockets–for tucking otherwise numb fingers inside. Daffodils that, despite the return to the cold, are standing strong and spritely shining. Rubber boots for puddle-jumping. Hot cocoa scented with cinnamon. Buds bravely greening on the rhododendrons. Smiling faces of people happy to be walking places. A still-warm croissant, crackling and easing when you pull it apart with fingers teasing. Bike-rides when the sun is shining, gerbera daisies brightly riding inside your basket.
“The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain”. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
