Running from the Sky

There's something mystifying about rain. 

 

The urgency in its fall, the truimphant splash against cool ground and dark spaces. 

 

The twitter patter it leaves in your head, the slick feeling of its drops in your hair. 

 

The twirling and running, hands outstretched to grasp as many drops as will land. 

 

The clear clean, lingering smell, the smell of fresh earth and sprouting love. 

 

Wet shoes and soaked skin.

 

Falling up into the sky, into the clouds.