Rain

The rain falls lightly on the ground in the summer as I look up at the sky and feel the warm rain on my face. As I sit outside on a nice warm summer day, I think to myself, do I remember the first time I have ever felt the rain? 

When I was little, I used to be so afraid of thunder and lightning storms as most little children are. My mother would hold me and tell me it's ok, that God is up in the sky bowling and taking pictures of us, and then I would believe it and be ok, but still cautioning myself to stay away from the windows and to not go outside to play. Then one day I got up the courage to step outside my front door, my adrenaline rushing, the wind blowing through my hair. As I stepped off the porch, I cringed a little as the thunder growled, as if my stomach was telling me that it's hungry. I walked out and felt the cool rain. As it started to hit my head and run down my cheeks, I stopped myself, thinking should I trust this cool water, but where is it coming from? As this water drenched my face and stuck to my skin, I laughed to myself thinking it's just like taking a bath, but outside water cannot hurt you! 

As I got older, I have learned that rain can be a very good thing; it helps make things grow. It also hides your tears when you're feeling sad when you don’t want people to see you crying. Today, as I am older and very much wiser, when I hear thunder or see lightning, you can probably find me outside waiting to see that big show in the sky and then waiting for the big finale, the rain. When it rains, I think it's better than getting something new, even though you may see it all the time. It always seems to amaze me the way it sings me to sleep on those warm summer nights when I hear the thwack, thwack of the rain on my roof; there are some nights when I just await it, so that I can fall asleep peacefully. So what I take away from this earth life is the rain, and I hope if I am reincarnated, I become a rain drop!