Thursday, May 27, 2010

I hear the drizzle of the rain...like a memory it falls

Walking to work in spring rain is pure joy! I love stepping out, pulling up my hood, opening my umbrella and inhaling the sweetness of the neighborhood gardens. Raindrops on my umbrella chant a delicate meditation carrying me back to my childhood GS camping experiences when I loved the rain on the tent while drifting off to sleep. Picture this old lady yesterday blissfully dancing in the rain singing "K-O-W-A-U-N-K-A-M-I - we're girl scouts at Kowaunkami!" - thumbing her nose at the years and years of driving white knuckled down greasy rainy freeways.

4 comments:

Helen said...

Same wave length, similar memories, GS, campfires, songs, rain on the roof! Ah Woonie Koochie Cha Ah Woonie!

Dolores said...

The memories of GS sounds like so much fun, which I'm sure it was.
I love the sound of a slow rain....very comforting. Speaking of rain, we could use a little rain here in south Texas.

Tabor said...

Yes, a walk in the spring rain is much nicer than a drive.

Beth Niquette said...

What lovely words. Like a smooth stone in hand.