I used to hate rainy days. The gray, crying clouds cooped up the little girl with blonde pig-tales and ocean eyes in the big cold house.

I would lay on the floor and think about how the world is spinning so fast that we stay on it, and that was a lot to handle for my 3 year old mind.

I would jump on all the beds and sing old tunes about how the cow jumped over the moon and I wanted to dream that big but knew I never would.

Now I love the rain. I stare out the window and watch the world get restored. I listen to the way it washes over the earth, such a large scale event, but it speaks to me.

looking back I've grown so much. In the future I hope to learn to dance in the rain. From the barred in little one to one who lets the rain symbolize her freedom.