Raindrops and Revelations
I live in a part of the country where the weather is wildly unpredictable from fall to spring. Technically, it’s spring now, but it’s been cold with only fake sunshine peeking out. Just last weekend, we got a couple of inches of snow—which caught us all off guard because… it’s April?? Anyhoo, with this capricious weather come the rare days when it’s absolutely beautiful. On those days, I take full advantage and go for a long walk around my neighborhood. That’s where Tuesday found me. Before I headed out, the sun was shining brightly—beckoning me to join her, her rays whispering, “Come join me!” So I did. But as soon as I started walking, the sun disappeared. Still, I wasn’t about to let that stop me. I was determined to hit my 10,000-step goal. Somewhere around my fourth or fifth lap around the neighborhood (it usually takes about 8–10 laps to hit my goal), it started to drizzle. Now, I knew it was supposed to rain—but I assumed it would happen later in the afternoon, after my ...