Last night as I emerged from the YMCA after an intense Zumba class, the sky was pouring down rain. It was a lovely sight. As mom and I walked to the car and became soaked, I was taken back to my childhood days of playing soccer in the rain. I could have stood out there all evening feeling the cool water drop onto my warm sweaty skin. It was running down my face and it was glorious! I was sad to get into the car and go home to dry safety.
Ahhh.......the memories of youth.......
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