don’t be shy, kid

I called my younger sister Nancy Wednesday afternoon to wish her a happy birthday. She told me it was raining then, there in our hometown of Wareham, Massachusetts where she now lives again.

Rain.

It has rained here once in San Luis Obispo, CA in the four plus months this place has become my home. Early on, late April, for maybe a bit over half an hour. I miss the rain.

I’m a California kid, now, til death do us part, and know from experience the rains will be coming in the fall, often with a fury and wildness that has kids like me longing for sunny summer days. It’s okay. My teacher endlessly reminds me — It’s dry, it’s like that; it’s a rain storm, it’s like that.

Here today, I’d like to think that when the time of the rain does return I won’t be shy stepping out into it. Dancing this mess around.