Sunday, August 20, 2006

Freedom

No sooner had *we stepped outside than we saw lightning begin to flicker in the night sky. A lazy roll of thunder came a few moments later. We looked at each other with knowing smiles and our anticipation rose. A storm was coming over the prairie. We'd known all along because the sunrise had shaded the sky a brilliant red that morning.

And surely enough, as we drove the rain began to fall. We abandoned our plans and headed to the pedestrian bridge over the river. By the time we got out of the car, it was pouring. We ran and spun and laughed and positively romped through the puddles. It felt good to embrace life and let the moment be all that mattered.

Our drive back was less enjoyable, considering we could hardly see through the torrent. Coming onto campus and up an incline, water started washing over my side of the car. It was a little unnerving and the power steering started to protest. We coasted into our parking spot and ran for our lives (figuratively speaking...then again, maybe not.) One lost flip flop, a mouthful of muddy water, 2 gallons of water taken on by my jeans alone and many squeals at the sheer volume of the thunder later...we arrived safely back to our hall.

I hope it rains again soon.


*disclaimer
The aformentioned "we" refers to one of my best friends Rhema and I. Don't get any cooky ideas, kids.

1 Comments:

Blogger Davidge said...

cooky ideas? like what, a BOY?! lol
That sounds like such an amazing time...no one telling you you don't have sense enough to come in out of the rain, to be around people that really appreciate all that the world and life is, right there beside you, not just observing you and making comments about foolishness. Thanks for sharing Rachel. :)
Lots of love from Tennessee!... /Nashville!.../Franklin!:)
~David

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