Rain

When I was younger I used to love to play in the rain. The sound of the water hitting the pavement as I rain unable to see the path clearly...smile plastered to my face. I had no worries as I ran back and forth...in and out of the rain. No worries about what tomorrow will bring...how i will handle this or handle that...the joy of being a child...Now, I find the rain to be my time travel...I use it to go back to those days when I was just a girl who would walk to the store just for a pickle...I use the rain to remember the days Mama and Daddy took us to the park and I would throw up on the merry-go-round and chase my brothers to the swing sets. I use the rain to drown out my fears and to forget my problems...And when it doesn't rain....I sit in a tub of water and turn on the shower...because it doesnt have to rain outside for me to remember whats inside....