Not in the - I'm going to die - way, but a flood of memories washed over me like a tidal wave.
The memories accumulated in the sky and came down individually falling on Utah Valley, in the form of rain.
Never have I had such a strong connection between my memories and my surroundings.
I remember waking up on crisp cold mornings during high school days, dragging my body out of bed, taking one step out the front door, and feeling the pouring rain drench my clothes.
Wet sidewalks that dampened the dragging edge of my jeans. The smell of wet soil. Tree leaves dripping dew on my head.
Early morning runs, splashing through the puddles, leaving dirty water spots up and down the back of my clothes.
Dancing in the rain and sprinting through the down pour to the car. Best of all, falling asleep to the quiet, yet distinct, thrum of the rain.
Early morning runs, splashing through the puddles, leaving dirty water spots up and down the back of my clothes.
Dancing in the rain and sprinting through the down pour to the car. Best of all, falling asleep to the quiet, yet distinct, thrum of the rain.
I miss the rain, and the memories.
Swirling memories
Snatching the breath from my lungs
Swallowed up in the rain
Liz
