Standing on the porch watching the rain fall with my boy. The kind of rain that brings out the smell of summer. It was beckoning me to come out and play. Excuses start to form.... My hair would be wet. The mess once we came inside. People would see us. Lightning. Then it hit me. No, not lightning but the realization that this is life! Cliche, yes. A little cheesy, yes. But why do I always stand on the sidelines? Where it is safe and not messy. That is no fun and am tired of living that way. So, I took the jump and got soaking wet playing in the rain. And let me tell you that I haven't had that much fun with my kids in a long time. We laughed and sang all the rain songs we could think of (which were only 3). We need more rain songs in our repertoire. Because those Hunter boots of mine are made for those puddles out in my yard. And so is my heart.