Washed Clean

I got up today and my body didn't really want to move. It really didn't want to go for my walk. And then, when I opened the back door for the dog, I realized that it was pretty nice out temperature wise. So I quickly did all the prep things that are required in our life and headed out for my morning walk. My goal is two miles, six days a week.
At about half a mile, it started raining lightly. So as I passed by it, I stopped and got the umbrella out of my van. And kept going.
At one and a half miles, the sky opened up and rain just started pouring down.  Since I have learned the lesson of walking in wet shoes quite thoroughly, I finished that segment and headed back to the house. I did that last stretch a bit slowly because I love rain and storms and it felt so good.
Now, I could have grumped and grouched and been all irritated. My type A personality leans towards that. But instead I'm grateful that the garden is quite thoroughly watered. My son's pool has at least another inch of fresh water. There is a wonderful cool breeze. And it feels like the world, at least my little segment of it, has been washed clean to start anew. My only wish? That I had a covered porch where I could sit and watch the rain fall.