It rained yesterday evening. That isn't all that surprising this time of year in Arizona but it was the type of rain you could go play around in. A friend and I did just that. We walked out in to the rain and stood and let our selves get completely soaked. It reminded me of when I was younger and the spring rains would create huge puddles in the yard. The little ditches out behind the barn and along the field would over flow with a foot or better of water. The drive way would show signs of washing down in to the road. The smell of that rain and the cold water pelting me is some of my fondest memories.
I remember running around in the yard barefoot splashing in the puddles making them all muddy. Then jumping in them again to have the muddy watter splash up on your legs to make them all muddy. I used to find places where watter was running and build little dams to block the watter and force it to take other routes. Kicking water at my little brother. Just being a kid in the rain. I remember staying out for hours, getting soaked to the bone and dirty. It puts a smile on my face thinking about it. Last night wasn't everything I remember but it made me feel like a kid again. I even kicked at the water a few times. I stood barefoot in the rain and looked up and just let it fall on my face. I got soaked to the bone, even felt a little chilled (it was still 95+ degrees).
Playing in the rain was an experience I had taken for granted. When I got older I must have forgotten how much fun it was. Every time it rained it felt like it was a nuisance. Running between the house and the car and from the car to the store or school. Made you drive slower and more cautions. Through all of that I never even thought about the fun I had playing in the rain just a short few years before. I still think of myself as a kid a lot and times like these add to the feeling that I truly am. It is a great feeling that I never want to loose. With all the responsibilities, worries, wants, and desires we have as adults we all loose the kid we were. Holding on to some of that kid takes a lot of effort and times like this to remind us to be that kid. We should all find that one thing from childhood that we can hold on to. I now have the rain to add to my collection.
One more thing came to me when we were standing out there in the rain. A connection between all of us that never entered my brain before that moment. I don't even understand the linking between this thought and the time in the rain but it happened. In the moments I was looking up at the sky I realized we aren't all that different from each other in this world. It is an idea I have been thinking a lot about today. We all strive and believe we are completely individual. That there is no one else like us in the world. This idea puts this in to question as I believe we are more alike then we really want to admit.
I need to explain. It may not be easy but I am going to give it a shot. When I try and understand other people I almost always start with something I know about them and build on that to generate ideas about who they are and what they feel. This is an outside perspective of the other person and not who they really are. Somehow in all of this rain, it hit me that we are all the same on the inside. We are all made up of the same parts with just slight changes due to experiences we have but we all basically have the same emotions; joy, love, hate, anger, madness, laughter. We all feel the same way. This idea leads me to believe that I should start with myself as a base to build on to understand others. They don't seem as alien as they were to me before. Now that I write it down I can't explain it how I feel it and it doesn't seem like that outstanding of an idea. But for some reason I never thought of other people like this before. This is an idea that I will be continuing to expand as I go forward in my life and increase my understanding.
It rained on me yesterday and it was fun!!! :)