Warm rain
1.) When Em was about 6 years old, still young enough to think many things are wondrous, i got her all happy and shiny-eyed by taking her on a very special "rain walk." We donned raincoats and shorts and tevas, took our umbrellas and splashed our way around the neighborhood, jumping in every puddle and ditch. She still remembers this, ten years later.
2.) Before Em, in Colorado, on a warm rainy day up by Rampart Reservoir, the Mister and i were hiking along a secluded path, looking at the columbines and enjoying the fresh air. I started to get this idea. And as i thought about this idea, which i was sure the Mister would like, i began to get, like the rain, wet. A few minutes later, we hiked near a big rock, with a nice private space on the other side. He did like my idea. Raindrops on my breasts, on his back, sliding down from his hair to my face. Sipping rain.
Update: I realize that i forgot to credit Mona for the Friday word, "rain." Hi Mona. :)
24 comments:
Oh yeah. There's no better way to enjoy the rain than with those you love...
The first memory sounds like a warm fuzzy rain...the second sounds like a hot torrid rain.
Did he wear his umbrella?
happiness is a warm rain..not a warm gun as the song goes..
everyone should have memories such as these. Ours involve a warm summer night, a wool blanket, cicadas in the background, and the stars above....
How lovely!
Very cool..uh..hot memory! The rain must have sizzled when it dropped on you guys!
I like Bob's memory under the stars, too!
Talk about the raw elements of nature uniting and connecting us!
Those are good rain stories!
Love 'em both. You really DO know how to live.
These are great memories. With kids at that age the simplest of gestures are often the ones that matter most. Both experiences are worth repeating : )
What a nice image this offers. :)
Peace,
~Chani
i love the different ways one can enjoy the rain. you are one tall evocative chick, men.
hi nancy!
lynn, warm rain is the best kind.
mamap, i no longer remember.....
ttq, true. :)
bob, cicadas! How i miss that sound. What a great memory.
lee, truly.
moi, i think the outdoors gives me ideas.
suebob, they make me smile.
mrs.chili, making lovein the rain is a memory everyone should have.
patches, i don't know if i could get Em to go on a rain walk, but the Mister.....
:)
chani, i think i might need to move to Hawai'i, more warm rain.
jen, inside a tent, with the rain sound....
Uh huh!
With stories like these, brin on the rain! But you're right, it needs to be warm rain. That cold rain that makes your bones cold and damp sucks.
Oh yes - the highlight of all hikes for me - finding the perfect secluded spot. The rain would be a major bonus, too.
Nice post.
A very beautiful story, now filed away in the memory banks for use later. Also got me remembering the night she and I slept out in the back yard in Mobile.
maggie, :) Cold rain is for looking at and listening to, not for frolicking in.
qt, something about the outdoors makes me want to take my clothes off.
mamalujo, i hope you need this idea soon. And you'll always have Mobile. :)
Ver' nice, dear. There's something extra special about those outside, spur of the moment lovemakings that really sticks to your ribs. So to speak. *lol*
Happy Mother's Day. *big hug*
What two different but very visual memories of rain. Quite lovely.
It is extremely important to have a stomping around in the rain experience as a child. And then repeat it as an adult, frequently if possible.
And the other, er, rain story: well, I think it puts a whole new slant on the old ditty:
Rain, rain (don't) go away
Come again another day.
Hey, don't wince. It's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. Which could also have happened, when you get right down to it.
I can see the first happening here in our climate but as Maggie said, I think our rain is a bit too cold for the second. But I am thinking of us maybe going to Hawaii for a couple of weeks next winter. Hmmm.....
Alright, I need to be you, for a while, take the kids out in the rain, and then the mister, out back, behind the garage.
You are SO sexy, girl!
Great rain stories. They make me like the rain even more. (I come from a part of Germany where we have more rainy days than anything else. And while I'm happy to live in a place where my umbrella doesn't have to be taken with me every day, I still get nostalgic when it rains. As it does right now.)
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