She had been shopping with her Mom in Wal-Mart. She must have been 6 years old,this beautiful brown haired,freckle-faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters,so much in a hurry to hit the Earth it has no time to flow down the spout.
We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Wal-Mart. We waited,some patiently,others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.
The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say.
Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly.Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. Time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith. "Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If we get wet, well maybe we just needed washing,”Mom said. Then off they ran.
We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing. Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions,they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories. So, don't forget to make time and take the opportunities to make memories every day !
夜雨不怜香,秋花艳叶伤。霜风晨又送,举目见荒凉。 The night rain does not pity the fragrance, the autumn flower is gorgeous, the leaf is injured. Frost wind in the morning and see desolation. 秋夜雨飘飘,晨风落叶凋。霜降凝露草,冬冷菊花娇。 Autumn night rain, morning wind leaves. Frost dew grass, winter cold chrysanthemum Jiao. 海棠不惜胭脂色,独立蒙蒙细雨中。 Begonia at Rouge color, independent in the drizzle. 草木渐零凋,阴晴冷意撩。秋鸿南国去,冬韵北风描。 The grass and trees are gradually withering, and the shade is cool. In autumn, Hong goes to the south, and in winter, he is described by the north wind. 春雨纷纷下,喜鹊叫喳喳。微风梳翠柳,甘霖润杏花。 Spring rain falls one after another, magpies chirp. The breeze combs the green willows and the rain moistens the apricot flowers. 江暗雨欲来,浪白风初起。 River dark rain is coming, wave white wind is beginning to rise. 稻陂方渴雨,蚕箔却忧寒。更有难知处,朱门惜牡丹。 Daoi is thirsty for rain, but silkworm leaf is worried about cold. More difficult to know, Zhu men cherish peony. 入夜绵绵雨,临窗冷冷风。小城昏寂寂,杯酒暖融融。 Its raining at night, cold and windy near the window. The small town is lonely, and a cup of wine is warm. 谁无烦心事,听雨愁更愁,万籁俱寂夜,不眠锁心头。 Who has no trouble, listen to the rain worry more worry, all sound silent night, sleepless lock heart. 山水有重逢,天涯梦不同。春华秋实夜,醉酒问归人。 There is a reunion of mountains and rivers, but the dream of Tianya is different. In the night of spring and autumn, drunken people ask to return.