Rain for dancing

Rain is not a novelty in Honduras. Although it is "dry season" right now, we have caught more than a handful of rain drops. Mostly I wake up and hope for sun, but yesterday was the kind of rain that you want nothing more than to dance in it. All day it was a choking heat. I had P.E. outside, and all class it was, "Miss Jessi, it's to hot to run. Can't we go inside? " Unfortunately we don't have a gym, so there is a big limit as to what you can do for P.E. inside. So we had to face the heat. Shortly after school, I was sitting outside with Tammy, the nurse here and a good friend of mine, when the sky began to rumble. Tammy loves the thunder so we sat there enjoying it. When the sky opened up and began to rain. It was neither a soft rain nor a hard rain. It was a refreshing rain. One that you want nothing more then to stand out in an open field and feel the rain soak your skin. I graped Tammy's hand and we went to the soccer field. I took off my shoes and felt the mud between my toes. I stood there and felt what it felt like to be alive. We take our senses for granted at times, but in the rain I could not deny what I felt. I couldn't go on and forget that I am alive. That God breathed life into me, that I have a purpose. I danced around and it refreshed my soul. It was a day I will look back on with fond memories. Such peace and beauty shines through the rain.