The weather seemed nice when I started my bike ride and then a storm hit. DRAT! I am going to get soaked and I wondered if I should try to make a mad dash home. Oh! but the rain felt good on my face. I watched and listened to the silence around me except for the gentle patter of rain. I thought of days gone by, such happy beautiful days, when I would dance in the rain with my children and make paper boats for the rain river flowing behind our house. My heart sang and I thought, life is good.