The Texas Story Project.
I have always loved the rain. The sound it makes as it hit the roof, or the tree leaves, or my window, and when I go outside and and could hear it coming down, all those tiny drops of water, falling on my face—the coolish Houston rain washing away the stress of life and feeling happy, soaking wet and smiling.
This is the kind of happiness I seek, worrying about nothing—school, life, what people think. When it was raining no one was around, I could do whatever I wanted, without a care in the world. I could dance, sing, laugh, attempt origami with leaves—whatever I wanted to do, I could. The world we live in today encourages us to worry about what people think, always sharing what we’re doing, when were doing it, who we’re with, but we should all take a moment to take a break and go for a walk in the rain.
It was a typical Houston rain storm, the ones where it’s in between a light rain and a downpour (with no lighting or thunder.) And I, as a cute little 4 year old, set out with my little pink umbrella, pink rain shoes, and handy pink watch that never read the right time because I could never figure out how to change it. I was great at having fun by myself, maybe it had to do with the fact that I was an only child, comfortable in a quiet, peaceful house.
I would go outside and sit on the hill in our front yard, as much as a hill in Houston can be, and watch the rain fall, quiet, peaceful, the way I like it. It was a very meditative place-the sound, the rain on your skin,the feeling of absolute quiet and happiness.
Posted January 09, 2018