The day I had the taste of rain on my skin once again. I can honestly say it felt good to be rained on. My twin sister and I took chances even if we could see the clouds were lil bit dark and low. We thought just a mile won’t hurt at our usual park spot. Anyway when we were about half a mile, few sprinkles of rain started to drop. As ‘determined’ as we were, we choose to continue on the trail than to turn back. Then almost immediately it just poured like somebody left the cold water tap running. Without any umbrella or rain coat, with half a mile away from the vehicle we had to choose whether to walk or run to the vehicle but we chose to walk. Never mind the hair there was no point of acting cute trying to cover it up. The last time I was rained on like that was at my younger age and I used to enjoy to be outside in the rain. You know what I love it. I love the smell of rain. I loved how it felt on my skin, it gave me refreshment feeling. There was no thunderstorms or anything like that just pure pouring of fresh rain. People ran like they were being chased by something and literally diving inside their vehicles. Some looked at my sister and I weird because not only were we walking gracefully like it’s a warm November day but we were also holding hands I’m really not quite sure what they thought or make of that. But the bottom line is we walked together.
#MoralOfTheStory Sometimes you don’t have to fight it. Let go and let God, trust the process you will still reach your predestined destination. God is with you and for you. Also be mindful of the people who don’t want to be part of the process but just want to be part of the outcome. Appreciate and be thankful for those who are with you in your process. AMEN!