It is one of the earliest memories I have
Like most of them it is happy
Me, my brothers and you walking home
Through grey streets
Hoods up
Heads down
Rain pounding the city like it was trying to prove something
Like it had heard stories about the soil deep beneath our feet and was trying to break through the concrete to find it
I remember you saying
We have two choices
Be miserable and wet
Or jump in every puddle until we get home
Jumping without thinking
We were giants in that moment
As the water sprayed around us
Growing just to keep our smiles contained
Each puddle growing with us until we were large enough to jump between lakes
Seek another to jump through again and again
Each time we were giants
There is a part of me
That thinks of this memory every time it rains
And as I smell the stone and earth through the mist
I grow taller standing in the wrong shoes for the streets playing at ocean
And I cannot help but smile
This is the part of me that laughs at thunder
The part that thinks of home and the sea in the same breath
Smiling at strangers parting pavement lakes
I think of the lesson you taught us that day
It is one of my fondest memories
The two ways to do rain.