The clouds have burst and the skies are lavishing the earth with liquid sunshine!
And I see the glow of excitement in the little children’s eyes.
Their carefree souls ask no questions as they hurtle out direct into the gush of the universal waterfall.
They are enthralled and impulsive and begin to run around, anywhere,
Meek smiles of delight break into spasms of laughter and they squirm and squeal with glee.
Artlessly they toss back their heads and fascinated,
watch the tumbling downpour, feel the plopping of the drops upon their faces,
then expectantly hanging out their tongues in the hope of catching one.
They slip and slide and skid and glide on the smooth grass.
They find puddles to barge and splash into, playfully squirting each other.
Soil turns to mud and soon they’re full of sludge, comparing who has the most.
Their hair drip and their clothes are soppy. Skin, bones and hearts get drenched, soaking up the blissfulness of heaven’s tears.
They are ever present, spellbound in that precious moment.
And they have fun, so much fun,
until weariness settles in and they opt for the warmth and shelter of the house.
Then, eagerly they prattle on of all their wondrous experiences and achievements as if the last fifteen minutes had been a life time.
Let the children play in the rain!
They will, at most,
if at all,
get a slight cold.
Recently I have been asking myself what it is about the rain that fascinates us all, but especially children.
I have never seen a child not wanting to go out into the rain. Sometimes, however, they are not allowed to.