It’s the story they ask for the most. “Mom, tell that one about the rain!” And I do. They laugh, and I tell them about that time when I was little, when my mom let my 4 sisters and I go outside during a summer storm, while it was pouring outside. Really pouring. She let us 5 little girls take the shampoo outside, as the rain soaked our hair. We laughed as we jumped and lathered, washing our hair in the rain. It didn’t cost a lot; it wasn’t fancy. But it was unabashed, joyous fun.
I kept telling our kids that someday I’d let them do the same thing, when it wasn’t thundering, when it was warm enough, when there wasn’t lightning, when the rain was coming down hard enough. I think through the years they didn’t think the day would ever come. But it did. On my 30th birthday.
And it was just as great as I had remembered.
“Histories of the happy band
Once playing here, and pausing oft
To hear the sweet refrain,
That came and went on the roof aloft,
In the falling summer rain.”
-Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women