For the past couple of weeks, rain has eluded me.
I’ve watched it on weather radar tracking closer, closer… only to skirt around me at the last minute, or rain itself out before it gets here.
So today, for the third day in a row, there were some pop-up rain showers in the area.
So I loaded up my 9-year-old rescue dog Sofie-Darla, and hit the road.
If rain won’t come to me, I’ll go to it!
Thirty minutes later, I pulled over on the shoulder of a wooded back road, listening to the melodic patter of light rain on the hood of my vehicle. I could smell the fresh hydration of summer green leaves on nearby trees.
Overjoyed, I stood in the rain, letting the raindrops dampen my hair, arms and dress.
It was heavenly!
Shortly thereafter, I got back in my car and drove away… happy, smiling, content.
On the way back to my RV some 30 miles away, I realized it didn’t bother me one bit that I was returning to a blistering sun, with no breeze, and a heat index of 104.
I chased rain today… and caught it!
I’m a happy girl.
Make it happen,