It was raining. Not hard, but raining. As I bent over to pick up the bag it was a bit soggy, but the paper itself was quite serviceable inside it's plastic cocoon. But as I bent over I heard some rhythmic splashing somewhere off in my peripheral hearing, as I I stood in it for a minute and it yanked me back to a day in August 2008. It was during one of the Tropical storms in 2008. Kind of shocked me to be honest. But, back in the house in Katy I wrote about it:
On Sunday August 10th 2008
During the Onslaught of Edouard...
On Tuesday, I had gone outside to listen to the rain hit the patio cover and let the rain beat on me (albiet briefly) and have a smoke.
Noticed some movement through the fence in the neighbor's back yard. So I looked a little harder. It was Alex, the twenty something daughter that lives there with her Mom. She was dancing in the rain to a rhythm only she could hear...
I was transfixed. Her movements ran from ballet to some improvised jazz struts. I stood under the patio cover watching this graceful kid go through her steps. She finally stopped after about 10 minutes or so and just stood with her face raised up to the darkened sky, panting, with her arms raised in some worshipful fashion.
I don't think she was aware of any one watching.
She walked gracefully toward the back door and the spell was broken. I turned and walked into the house and got back to work.
She made an otherwise gray day just a little brighter for this guy.
As I thought back to that day yesterday (at this point) and it occurred to me that if I tried to do something like that now?