It rained tonight, for about two minutes, here in Surprise, AZ. I counted the raindrops on the sidewalk out front as they fell. Tiny splash, one. Even tinier splash, two. And even though it lasted such a short time, I had my family rush to the door and we all went out into the now cool desert night and danced about like a mosh pit of four. It was such a little thing, and yet, it was a celebration, like the fourth of July, New Year's Day and Christmas all wrapped up in one inconsequential sprinkling. I will still have to water the lemon trees tomorrow, and now the little drops in the desert dust on our vehicles make them look like the have the poxy. But, I will remember my son Santiago running about under the streetlight, trying to catch raindrops on his tongue, and my wife, Chili, giggling, and doing a pogo dance over by the palm trees.
Here is the question:
Why aren't there more moments like this in life?
2007-09-21
17:56:56
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