Precipitation Participation
Rain Rain
Come to me
Help me feel
Help me breathe
Precipitation Participation
Wow, that’s hard to say.
As I sat yesterday admiring the beauty of the rainfall encompassing my outside surroundings, I began to relive my past attempting to understand how my path unfolded.
When I was in my youth the rain always possessed some sort of security for me. I loved the sounds, smells, and of course the puddles. Never needing a towel to dry my drenched heavy clothes, my family and friends never seemed to understand the fascination I had developed with the descriptively irritating weather.
Growing older through my high school years, the rain seemed seldom to show. Sure, I played sports and was always an active outdoors person, so it posed devastating when my baseball games were canceled or the prolific flash and crash of skylights stopped anyone from wanting to socialize with troubled me. But when it came to an enjoyable rain, I hadn’t experienced the childhood sensation I used to get, in what seemed to be an eternity.
Upon my graduation from high school, I was under the impression the world was at my disposal. “I’m grown now, everyone has to answer to me.” Foolish and conceded, I was due…
