From the Mind’s Eye
Published on October 29, 2009
The smell of the first showers intoxicated me. A gust of wind sprayed my face with icy rain drops, as I reached to close the window. I took a deep breath. The showers were heavy and had caught unaware many passers-by. A tiny puddle was created and a small child splashed in the water gleefully. I could almost feel the pleasure of the child, and in my mind I protested more vehemently than him when his mother pulled him away with a slap on the bottom. The child in me wanted to enjoy the rain and the mud. I felt light-hearted and child-like.