A memory of rain.

I was asked, or possibly I asked, "What is your favorite memory in the rain?" I can remember the feeling of being rained on so hard I felt like I just climbed out of a pool. I can remember the feeling of running through the rain laughing. I know the feeling of mud between my fingers and toes. But I cannot place my finger on a specific memory that I cherish that occurred in the rain. The people I asked about their best memories in the rain had trouble even thinking of any. I find this to be a travesty. As I try to pull out my favorite memories I remember walking nearly a mile in the rain to a lake to go skinny dipping for the first time, I remember biking 110 miles in a freezing chill, I can see the torrential downpour of a Rhode Island storm, I remember my freshman floor sprinting through our campus jumping in puddles. I do remember all of those good times. But I wish I could remember that shining memory made perfect by rain. I want many many memories of the rain.

5/8/11