There are those few seconds when the dust is rising against the heat of a summer day (you can feel it, taste it) and the first drops of rain that try to beat it back down…when humidity threatens to stop your breathing and the sun moves behind the clouds.
A feeling of power is in the air with those approaching changes; even the birds go quiet.
I always smile during those moments because it reminds me of my childhood. The feeling of being free to run, or to just let it happen.
I would often stand too long, and the storms would come too close; the rain falling too heavily. Then laughing, I would slip into a carport or garage with friends pretending we had somehow managed to survive a catastrophic event.
Today I walked to the mailbox as a morning rain fell. I stopped halfway there, holding my head up toward the sky with closed eyes, and tasted it again.
Smiling.
Remembering…not caring for a few minutes that I was soaked, my body decades from that childhood.
Just…being alive.
Feeling like a kid.
Topwater Moon 