Firsts

The first rain of the season is always the best. You can feel it for days before. The air gets thick and the sky seems to scream, "Get it out, get it out!" When I was little I used to wish for rainy days so I could make newspaper boats with my sister and race them down the sides of the roads while they were filled to the brim with run-off.

Rain makes old things new again, fills dead things with life, and in little girls minds can make anything right again.

The first rain is like a new start, somewhat like the first snow of winter or the first brown leaf of autumn. It's natures way of telling us to move on. Out with the old and in with the new. "Stop holding on", the universe says, nudging us like an old friend would do after you've told them he broke your heart. Rain can only mean good things.