Splish Splash

It was 90 some degrees today.  Felt more like a blast furnace.  Early evening brought out one of those typical Indiana thunderstorms.  Very dark skies,  wind,  very heavy rain and hail the size of lima beans.  Lots of noise accompanying all of the other elements,  which scares our dog to death. 


As the storm passed and the sun started to re-appear,  I remembered as children we would rush outside (because having to be inside was a fate worse than a bad case of poison ivy).  Once outside we would look for "mud-puddles".  Then we would either ride our bicycles through them or simply wade into them.  There was something magical about the feel of what was cold water falling from the sky just moments ago.  Now, warmed by the ground,  it felt unusually, uncharacteristically soothing as we splashed around in it.


I just had to try walking in those puddles again, today.  It was still very soothing.  I couldn't help splashing around while the puddle slowly disappeared.  Sometimes it can make your day when you allow yourself some of those long forgotten pleasures.


Take time to splash around.