Feeling: giggly
Listening to: Vienna Teng - Soon Love Soon
Reading/Watching: Harvard Man... odd, odd movie.

Hey Claire, do you remember rainstorms when we were young?

Do you remember summer showers when we'd beg Mom to let us play outside, and if she finally agreed we'd put on swimsuits and run outside in the downpour, ecstatic?

Do you remember swinging on the dusty swings, and running through the squishy grass, when the rust and mud didn't matter because we knew the rain would wash our hands and feet clean anyway?

Do you remember putting the plastic bucket underneath the drain pipe, then taking turns dumping it over each other's heads and lying on the incline of the driveway and letting the water rush past us like a river?

Do you remember singing songs from the radio (Wilson Phillips comes to mind) and spinning madly in the puddles so that our hair flung around us in wet, streaky tangles?

Do you remember how we would pretend we were princesses and mermaids and wood fairies, how we rode wild lions through forests and sang unicorns to our side, and we owned the world because the rest of mankind was foolishly inside, hiding from the storm?

Remember? Well I found out yesterday: playing in the rain is still just as much fun.

Although I think Nimsay had more fun watching me splash barefoot in puddles behind the apartment building, singing Gilbert & Sullivan in pajamas while the neighbors stared from behind their patio doors.

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