I love the rain as well and your story made me feel as if I were in that lovely warm summer rain enjoying it along with you.
My grandmother had a trellis with grapes across it in a thick foliage. Concord grapes, it was NY and we would reach up and grab one, they were so sweet and plump and lush.
We had a light rain falling in the early hours of night and I was up. It was about 2:30 am. I went outside and put my hands up to the sky and felt the light patter.
But then there was the sound of thunder and a flash of lightning and I had to scurry in quick as a rabbit.
A lovely few minutes :)
Isn’t it great? My grandparents lived near someone with a trellis of concord grapes, and as kids who felt chronically underfed in our family of six kids (with four boys) my parents had to put a lock on the kitchen!
When visiting my grandparents, we would gorge ourselves on our neighbor’s grapes, hiding inside there, until we were nearly sick from eating them!
I was always hungry. As a kid, living in the Philippines, they had mango trees, which once I realized how delicious they were, took advantage of that “unlimited” food source. The downside was, in the eating.
I am a pretty fastidiously clean eater now, and if I have a mango now, I peel it, slice it carefully to obtain the optimum slice dimensions, and eat those slices with chili powder on them.
Back then, I would take them right off the tree and eat them from my hands, right through the peel on the outside! The lush juice would run from my hands to my elbows, and would also run freely from my mouth, down my chin, over my neck and onto my chest.
It wasn’t a pretty sight-I should have had a sign that said “WHEN MANGOES ARE BEING EATEN-KEEP HANDS AND FEET CLEAR!”
Then, my skin would turn crimson and break terribly out.
I am violently allergic to poison ivy, and it turns out mangoes are somehow related in some way, and while it didn’t have the long term effect poison ivy has on me, it sure was unpleasant.
But I couldn’t stop eating them, they were so good!