From a distance standing under blue sky, the clouds shed the weight with relief

wringing the wisps of black and white; dry.

 

Standing in the pouring rain, under pressure of losing the feeling of dry

The coldness, the water soaking, the impossibility of escape.

 

Both are acceptable, both happen all the time

but

have you ever ridden a drop of rain?

 

From ocean and field the clouds nibble the evaporation

Filling belly until it almost bursts

and then, the moment comes for release…

 

Wheee! What a rush!

As if rubbing bare feet on a carpet gathering spark and then touching another person surprised.

 

Constant rumble and tumble as the drop gathers speed, falling towards a thirsty planet

always

always in need.

 

Riding the rain is pure fun and joy

it’s the end of the fall that brings one back to reality

leaving the one standing under it, laughing!

It is indeed good to both ride and laugh with the rain.