Regret

The rain was coming down in waves and sheets, filling the rain gutters, turning corners into waterfalls and gutters into rivers. The wind blew patterns in the water and pounding sounds in the air. I wanted to run outside. I wanted to jump. I wanted to splash and soak my jeans heavy. But for some reason. I didn't.

I miss racing to the roof to watch the lightning and sitting under the eaves to catch a view of the storm without getting wet. I miss the smell of warm pavement and feeling the heat rise through the water towards my feet. I appreciate the moments in reflection, but wish that I would have drunken myself silly in the rain while I was there. But for some reason. I didn't.