I’m singing in the rain, just singing in the rain…
When’s the last time you went out and just danced in the rain? The last time you cut loose and jumped in a few puddles?
Usually I spend Monday mornings working on my cleaning schedule, but when my youngest preschooler said he wanted to “go outside and sing a rain song,” how could I resist?
But something magical occurred.
Dancing on the wet pavement, laughing with my little ones, it was like being transported back to childhood. Clean sheets, laundry and running the sweeper were soon forgotten. Instead there were puddles to splash in, rain drops sparkling on flower petals, and even a praying mantis seeking shelter on our window screen.
We spent the better part of an hour just dancing and walking in the rain.
And all that cleaning?
It waited for me.
After all, there is always something that needs cleaned, but my little ones? They won’t always want to go singing in the rain.