Anybody else enjoy a good storm? Or is it just me?
One day I purposely went to the park while a thunderstorm was approaching so I could go for a walk in the rain. The clouds were letting down a light sprinkle and I figured once I got to the shady area of the walking trail, the trees would cover me. I never leave the house without an umbrella so I reached into the backseat of my car to grab mine before setting off on my little adventure.
As I began to walk, the rain started to pick up and the clouds grew darker as if night was approaching. Half way down the trail the rain really started to pour and I felt like I made a stupid decision. Luckily I made it to the shady section of the walking trail where the trees covered a majority of the area and sheltered me from the torrential downpour.
The park, once silent with only the sounds of chirping birds sounded like the Amazon forest. I’ve never actually been to the Amazon but from national geographic episodes, it sounded pretty doggon close. It felt so relaxing to be standing in the middle of all the rain, watching streams of water splash onto the leaves. I stood there firmly holding my umbrella to keep my hair from getting wet, gazing at the field before me. Occasionally I would tilt my head back to look up at the branches swaying in the wind, allowing water to pass through the foliage.
After a while the sky started to brighten up again and the rain slowly tapered off. I began my trek back up the trail and to my surprise, ran into an old friend. Lance “The Tornado” Lawrence was near the parking area doing some stretches with his training buddies and recognized me from afar. We caught up for a split second before we parted ways so he could do his work outs. I on the other hand went on about my walk as the sun basked me with its warmth. I didn’t walk long though, only to my car so I could drive home lol. It was a good day.
~ keep it all smiles
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