Late one night I sat on my porch with a few sputtering candles and listened to the wind and rain thinking about how fleeting is time, how fragile, life. It reminded me of a time my car broke down in another state and I had to kill a few hours in an unfamiliar area. So, I just started walking, wandering in and out of shops. Finally, it was time to walk back and a thunder cloud completely unzipped over top me. I was in an industrial area long past the shops and there was absolutely no cover. No umbrella. No coat. Nothing, and I got soaked to the skin. It was June; the rain, warm. So, I stopped hurrying and walked through the puddles–once you’re wet, there’s no reason to rush. I remember thinking that I always forget how much I love the rain. Until it catches me unaware. And unprepared. Walk on and seize the rain.
About Karen Leslie
KL writes travel pieces, creative content, prose, and fiction. She leads motivational writing workshops and runs The WordShop where she's a Marketing Specialist. Her writing has appeared in trade magazines, business sites, independent newspapers, blogs, and literary journals. Education: B.H. in Journalism, PSU; M.F.A. in Writing, Spalding University.
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