Later, we were in the outdoor area and the rain was falling so earnestly but was also somehow soft and fragrant. I told him I wanted to go get my face wet and asked him if he wanted to join me. We went out, tilted our faces to the sky and let the rain kiss our cheeks softly. I closed my eyes and imagined all the goodness the year ahead might bring.
This little haiku, then, is my National Poetry Month offering of the day:
rain fell on our cheeks
christening the year ahead
off to a good start!