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Just saw this somewhere.

Running Through the Rain

A little girl had been shopping with her mom in Walmart. She must have been six years old, this beautiful red haired, freckled faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the sprout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of Wal-Mart.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature had messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by the rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing as carefree as a child, came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The entire crown stopped dead silent. You could not hear anything but the rain.

Then off they ran. We all stood there watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past cars, and yes, through puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads, just in case. They got soaked. Still they were followed by a few others while screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And so did me. I ran. I got wet. I guess I needed some washing.

*kapusta*