世间万物皆有自己的季节，做任何事情也有一个恰当的时机。如果有机会，你也可以在雨中狂奔一回……
she had been shopping with her mom in wal-mart. she must have been 6 years old, this beautiful brown haired, 1)freckle-faced image of innocence. it was pouring outside. the kind of rain that 2)gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout.
we all stood there under the 3)awning and just inside the door of the wal-mart. we waited, some patiently, others 4)irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. i am always 5)mesmerized by rainfall. i get lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child come pouring in as a welcome 6)reprieve from the worries of my day.
her voice was so sweet as it broke the 7)hypnotic 8)trance we were all caught in. "mom, let`s run through the rain," she said.
"what?" mom asked.
"let`s run through the rain!" she repeated.
"no, honey. we`ll wait until it slows down a bit," mom replied.
this young child waited about another minute and repeated: "mom, let`s run through the rain."
"we`ll get soaked if we do," mom said.
"no, we won`t, mom. that`s not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her mom`s arm."
this morning? when did i say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"
"don`t you remember? when you were talking to daddy about his cancer, you said, `if god can get us through this, he can get us through anything!"