Was that me, wallowing some time ago about not having a backyard and gardens and such? Who was that person, that took for granted this beautiful stretch of sand and rock and salty water right at the tip of her toes?
I will admit, it's not always in my nature to say yes to beach play on the way home from the bus stop, but sometimes I just tell myself it's okay, just embrace the sandy feet and insides of your shorts and know it will all wash off, as will your floors in just a few minutes.
I try to tell myself, as I watch the earth worms wriggling in delight instead of baking on the pavement, and see the green leaves drinking in their refreshment, that the earth I eat from and the beauty that sustains me is dependent on this rain. It may hinder some plans, and dampen my clothes, but I won't wish it away to Spain or any other place but here.
And this little Scout of mine, she just loves the water-- coming from the sky, crashing in from the horizon, pouring out of spickets and hoses and faucets and buckets. So this rainy day... it's a perfect day to play.
[drink it in]