raindrops!

​Rain poured from the sky.  No thunder.  No lightening.  No wind.  Just rain.  Grandma could picture each of her grandchildren playing in this wonderful downpour.  That old woman missed the days she could watch the joy of her grandkids as they splashed about.
 
In their own homes, each of the grandchildren looked out their windows.  They nodded to themselves and prepared to explore and enjoy the rain.  Grandma had always encouraged them to play in the rain when it was safe.  The grandkids put on their boots and old clothes.  They ran outside ready to discover the rain falling from the sky.  Heads were tilted back as the kids let the rain roll down their faces and necks.  Clothes clung to their bodies as the rain drenched their clothing.  The kids stuck out their tongues catching raindrops to experience the taste of rain.  Each listened to the pitter patter of raindrops as the rain hit the cement.  They felt the wetness against their skin.  They smelled the freshness that sometimes comes when rain is falling.  They watched worms slither and move in delight.  The rain fell in columns.  Puddles were forming.  The kids chased and ran and jumped.  Laughter and screams filled the air. 
 
Before returning inside their homes, each grandchild had captured a raindrop on their finger.  Each had a unique plan for their own special raindrop.  They were very careful not to lose the drop of rain as they entered the house. 
 
Uri took his raindrop and placed it on a small plate.  He ran to get the magnifying glass and began to explore the properties of a raindrop.  Uri used all his senses as he discovered this little drop of rain.  Uri was like a scientist on a journey of discovery.
 
Eva gathered her paints and brushes.  She took her raindrop and mixed it with all those colorful paints.  Eva worked for hours creating a beautiful work of art.  She named her artwork – Rain.
 
Eli took his raindrop and put in on the floor.  He proceeded to practice his slide into home plate.  Eli’s mom nearly tripped over him as he slid to the base.  Eli missed baseball and remembered the look of his muddy uniform during a rainy baseball game.
 
Matthew used his raindrop as a soccer ball.  He kicked the raindrop back and forth with his feet.  One time the raindrop flew so high that Matthew headed it into the goal.  Rain never stopped Matthew from scoring his goals.
 
Lucas wanted to learn all about raindrops.  He kept his raindrop on his arm as he read books about rain, looked up rain on the internet, and talked to his daddy about rain.  He even shared the raindrop with his dad.  This made his dad feel very special.  Lucas grew in knowledge of rain.
 
Lilly loved the rain.  She put the raindrop on her head as she danced and twirled around the room.  The raindrop slid to her arms, hands, legs, and feet.  It made her movements graceful and thoughtful.  Her dance told a story of rain.
 
Judah used his raindrop as inspiration.  He went to work with his DJ system and produced music that echoed with the beat of raindrops.  Crazy Lion played the music mix for grandma over the phone.  It made grandma want to dance.   Judah named his mix, The Rain Bop.
 
Willow took the raindrop and placed it on her cheek.  She let the raindrop slide down her face as if she were sad and crying.  Willow, a teenager, was missing all her friends, especially her best friend – Alan.  Willow watched as the tear hit the floor.  “When will I ever be able to see Alan again in person?” she wondered.  Willow held her raindrop in her heart.
 
Papa had walked into church with a raindrop on his finger.  The raindrop slid into the baptismal bowl.  Papa blessed the water and baptized a baby.  The baby became a special member of God’s family.  Papa remembered the baptisms of each of his own grandchildren whom he loved with all his heart. 
 
Grandma thanked God for the raindrops sent that day.  The raindrops reminded her of the love she has for each of her grandchildren.  Grandma sat back and pictured each of the grandchildren with their raindrops.  Grandma, like Willow, put all the raindrops in her heart and dreamed of a sunny day when she could see her grandkids once again.
 
Written for my grandkids on a rainy day.  Yesterday, April 23, 2020.
BEcky