The rain drop hit the pavement right in front of the little boy. He had been playing outside and even though the clouds were forming he didn't mind and kind of enjoyed the thought of running between the rain drops.
As this one rain drop touched ground he paused and stared at it. He could have sworn he saw a little girl and little boy playing inside the rain drop.
They were having the best of times. And then slowly the water evaporated and their world was gone. But for that moment it was there and joyful.
It feels that way sometimes. And who can say if it is not so.
We are inside a raindrop for a brief moment in time.
My dad told me this story when I was a little boy playing outside in the rain one day.
I always looked at rain with smile from that day on. Maybe that is why I always enjoy taking my motorcycle out in the rain.
Live fully…shine..or rain.