So last night
it rained where I live.
My mom, dad, my sister, and I
were coming home
from the store.

And at an intersection,
my mom was telling us
that she used to take showers
in the rain
when she was growing up in
the Philippines.

My sister and I
thought that that was pretty
weird as we looked at each other
with matching faces.

But when that stoplight
turned green, I got to thinking.
I wondered how that must feel,
taking a shower in the rain.

I thought about this, and only one
word came to mind:
Liberating.

Think about it.

The rain, pure water, not heated or
anything, just 100% nature.
It comes crashing down upon you.
Not to drown you, no, it comes down
in small drops.
Yet those raindrops are just strong enough
to cleanse you, to free your soul.