I got caught in the rain this morning as I was walking back from Trader Joe's with two armloads of groceries. I had no car and no umbrella, not even a raincoat. Fortunately, the rain was more of a light drizzle, and it was not too cold. Walking back home with the raindrops on my face, I was struck by how enjoyable the feeling was. Maybe if I had known it was going to rain before I left I might have waited until it cleared up, and then I would have missed the refreshing drizzle.

I thought about how we are trained to automatically run for cover when it rains, once we get past that age where splashing around in puddles is "appropriate." How many times do we shut ourselves off from an experience just because we're wired to?

I made a mental note to try to be more open and appreciate the rain more, both literally and figuratively.