Today, I played in the rain.

What started as a light sprinkle during a simple task—taking the garbage to the dumpster—quickly turned into a downpour. Because of my knee injury, I couldn’t run. So I made my way back to the house as quickly as I could. With every step, the rain grew heavier, soaking me through.

But with each drop, memories flooded in—memories of childhood summers in Mississippi at my grandparents’ house. My sister, cousins, and I would choose to play in the rain. We’d run, dance, stomp in puddles, and spin with arms stretched high, letting the rain kiss our faces. We felt alive, unburdened, and full of joy.

So today, I stopped. I stretched out my hands and let the rain wash over my face. And in that moment, I was transported—nostalgia wrapped around me like the warmest embrace. Though I was drenched, it was the best feeling in the world.

I felt free. I felt cleansed.

I share this to say: even in the rain, God reminds us of who He is, and where we come from. Let us not forget the inner child within us—still alive, still longing to dance in the rain.

~ iamu_justbeingstaci