Went walking in the first summer rain.
Put on my wide brimmed hat, hooked up Murphy to the leash and headed out into the rain.
It was a gentle rain. Not too cold; not too warm; just right.
I had on a short sleeved shirt and I walked down the road with my arms out like a bird.
I turned my arms over so the rain landed on my innner arms like a kiss.
It was delightful.
Just enough to get me wet but not soaking.
Just enough to let me melt into the greening, growing, rich earth.
Just enough to scent me like the grasses before their first cut.