I am drenched.<\/p>\n
I had laundry on the clothesline. Some shirts for work — casual, solid color, button down collars. And towels. The morning was bright, sunshiny. The weather forecast called for late afternoon thunderstorms. I had time; I could get the laundry in before rains fell.<\/p>\n
Then, the sky turned black and ominous.<\/p>\n
At least, I assume<\/i> it did. I didn’t even notice.<\/p>\n
Instead, I was in the bathroom, and I heard something. It sounded like rain, falling against the roof.<\/p>\n
Surely not! I thought. I looked outside the window.<\/p>\n
Great sheets of rain fell from the sky.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, I had my sandals on. I dashed outside to take down the clothes. Cold rain fell in large, heavy drops.<\/p>\n
I went for my clothes first; they had been on the line the longest, and they were nearly dry anyway. I took those down, ran them inside, threw them on the kitchen table, and went back for the towels.<\/p>\n
By this time, the rain fall was truly heavy, as though I were standing under a shower nozzle on full blast.<\/p>\n
The towels needed to go in the drier anyway<\/i>.<\/p>\n
I stood under the rain, like Andy Dufresne from The Shawshank Redemption<\/i>, arms outstretched, looking up into the sky as drops fell.<\/p>\n
And I became completely drenched.<\/p>\n
Everyone should do this once in their lives, to just stand in the rain and let it fall against you and cleanse everything away.<\/p>\n
It’s often said that Memorial Day is the unofficial start of summer. As what could be more appropriate for summer than a random, improbable, summer afternoon sudden rainstorm?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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