Rainy days are my favorite, they have been since I was little. The perfect rain is soft and fragrant, it builds slowly and leaves puddles for splashing in and riding bikes through. Today we got a perfect rain. I opened the doors and the kids and I stood and watched it. Pretty soon Tessie gathered enough courage to wander out and test the rain on her fingers and toes as it poured off the roof. I showed her how to hold the umbrella and she gingerly walked up and down the brick holding it glamorously. Christian wanted in on the action so I scooped them both up and walked out into the rain. It was coming down heavily and beat a quick rhythm on the umbrella. The kids smiling faces were cast in a pink light and I was sure my face reflected their innocent pleasure at the natural marvel of a rain storm. I held Christian’s arms out so he could feel the cool drops and he squealed with delight. After a while we wandered in and cozied up on the couch to watch a movie. The rain lessened and the storm passed leaving behind the vibrant colors of a world recently bathed. I snuggled my babies close and tried to hold on to the feeling of the beautiful moment we just shared for as long as I could.
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