After the Rain

I often find that the rain disrupts plans, but during the warm months rain evokes memories.

Caught in a downpour on a hike to a waterfall in Shenendoah National Park and taking shelter under a rock overhang. Watching the raindrops meld with rushing water.

Walking in puddles when I wore galoshes and a yellow raincoat.

Sitting on a knoll with a school friend,  lost in thought when the rain began and just remaining sitting and talking until we wrung water out of our jackets and moved under a tree-- still talking.

Tasting raindrops on the tip of my tongue.