As I stepped out the door of work this afternoon to head home to get my luggage and catch my shuttle to start my vacation, the skies opened up. I stepped on my scooter and kicked off, ploughing through the first puddle as I navigated towards home. The rain pelted my face, even obscuring my vision at times. Rivers formed on the sidewalks and streets, my foot disappeared into deep puddles as water splashed behind me. And I laughed and smiled the whole way home.
I love the rain. It has a way of washing away my worries and cleansing my soul. It was exactly what I needed on this very day. I can't imagine a better way to start this vacation with my family on the ship where I was married.
Thank you for the rain.
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