Love is a dress that you made long to hide your knees.

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about sunshine in the midst of rain, which is beautiful and lovely, and in that long time of heavy rain, the sun was refreshing.  The rain has slowed, and Monday was pretty clear and sunny, and yesterday was too.  But yesterday morning as I was walking into work from my car, it rained a bit.  The sun was out, and it lit the sky brightly like it does when it's hiding behind and illuminating the clouds.  I could see bits of sky, and the clouds that were there weren't dark and didn't look heavy, so the bit of rain was completely unexpected.  It was a light rain, but it wasn't drizzle, it was big, full drops, falling slowly and sort of sparsely.  Every moment of the few minutes I stood there enjoying it felt like it was the first moment of rain, where you feel a few sporadic drops on your face and hands before the skies really open up and you get soaked.  I stood under a little tree, which provided no actual cover, and watched as the faded green awnings of my office building became spattered with darker green spots where the drops hit them, and I looked up at the bits of blue sky and the not-really-grey-enough-to-rain clouds, and I felt the damp in my hair and the wetness on my hands and forehead, and I didn't care that my lunch bag was being weakened, and the weight of my lunch did actually tear through the weakened bag later in the day, but that doesn't matter.  All that matters was taking to the time to enjoy that moment, and I did.