Walking in the rain

Last night I went out with a good friend for a drink or two or four. We talked about the world, our worlds' and everything in between. Then we walked home in the rain.
As we walked in the rain, it slowly broke through my dry shell seeping into my clothes, my hair, my pores. The wetter I got the more childlike I became, singing, dancing and splashing in puddles.......giggling, no laughing like a child the first time they discover the swings at a playground. I forgot the cold, the wet and was happy to be outside in the rain.... playing. It was an experience of pure joy. I was sad and fussed when I was told to come in. I was drenched, soaked to the skin, hair dripping, eye glasses uselessly covered in droplets of rain but so alive!
Coming up the elevator we were joined by a young couple, stiff with propriety, reactionless to our state.......lifeless and sad.
The evening was full of meaningful conversation, thoughts and feelings and friendship, but the night was memorable for the journey home, the feeling of joy. I think I will take advantage of the rain more often.