I woke up late today, as I had been out late last night. I felt very good this "morning" and had a good breakfast at noon. It started raining, and when it rains in Florida it pours. The temperature was mild, perhaps 65 degrees or 70. For some strange reason I decided I wanted to be in the rain and then I figured if it was going to keep pouring then I could wash my car by hand. I changed into some athletic shorts and a cut-off t-shirt. Out into the rain I headed.
It was great. The rain was just the slightest bit cold but it felt good and refreshing on my skin. I used a rag to scrub my car off. It has so much crap on it that comes from the trees I guess, and it never comes off in the rain. I don't think I have ever really washed my car by hand. By some strange accident I have never taken part in a carwash fundraiser either. How is that possible? Isn't that a right of passage for middle American youth? My excuse is just that my Boy Scout troop never did one I guess.
It poured and I scrubbed. I got soaked and my clothes stuck to my body. My car received some much needed tender, loving care. And I was silly and young for a change. It was much needed as well. I played. I didn't care. I was by myself. When was the last time you played in the rain? Just for the sake of it, played in the rain, not to be crazy or to impress someone or because you were a little drunk.
When was the last time you played in the rain?
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