A Rainy Day Memory
"Anyone Who
Thinks Sunshine is Pure Happiness, Has Never Danced in the Rain."
On
Saturday, I plop in a seat on the bus, tug on my drenched shoes, peal off my
sopping wet socks and dry off my soaked feet thinking I have hypothermia.
This weekend was the regional choir auditions and my choir and I spent it in
the rain. Being a sunshine loving, Arizona
There was one summer day in particular that still brings a smile
to my face whenever I think back to it. My Aunt AnneMarie and her three girls
were here in Holbrook for their annual summer visit from California
We had spent a long day of fun together and where chatting on the
couch when we heard the first crash of thunder. The noise that sends chills of
excitement all through my body. The chatting stopped and we all looked at each
other with bright faces. The first rain fall of the summer monsoon season. We
ran out side in our bare feet, giggling, as we witnessed the first rain drops
sprinkle the side walk. Before we knew it, my big drive way beside
the front yard of my house, had transformed in to a beautiful stage. The same
side walk that just ten minuets previous had been harshly beat upon with sunshine,
was now coated with a gleaming layer of twinkling water. It was just enough
water to twirl around on pointed toes with ease. The "pit, pat" noise
that our feet made as we pranced around leaping, and spinning, and splashing,
was music to our ears. It’s like each drop of rain was a little splash of magic
and I wanted to stay in that moment forever.
Like all rain storms in Holbrook, it stopped coming down after
about ten minuets, but the moment continued. We stayed out side enjoying the clean
earth, the fresh smell, and each other. Eventually we came inside to dry off
and warm up and sooner or later the moment was over. Reading this “moment” back
might seem so meaningless, but
Chelsea and I and my cousins talked about how fun this meaningless
moment was for the rest of the night. I think filling our lives with “meaningless”
moments is what gives our lives so much meaning. Allowing our selves these
moments fill our hearts with happiness. Loved ones return home and move on,
live goes on, and moments fade to memories. So I just say thank you. Thank you,
God. Thank you for the memory.
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| Summer 2011 Jasmine, Jillianna, Mariah, Chelsea |
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| Marina |
Mariah,
ReplyDeleteYou have always been that one person in my life who chooses to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. I remember the many times that rain has started falling from the sky and you were the first one out the door because you saw such beauty in the falling drops. This story of such an ordinary occurrence was given new life and meaning. It made me consider all of the so-called “meaningless” moments in my life that I oftentimes take for granted. I hope, and know, that you will always choose to dance in the rain rather than sit inside and wait for it to pass! Continue to always take every moment in life, even the little ones, for what they are because you never know how many more you will be blessed with!