The threat of rain couldn't keep me away. I'd already waited so long to breathe in the sweet salt air and slip my feet into the silky fine sand at the edge of turquoise water. I couldn't wait one more day.
So we didn't; we packed our beach bags and headed to Sanibel Island. And when the forecast came to fruition, the buckets of rain that drenched our sun-starved bodies couldn't even succeed in driving me away from my place of peace. We felt the drips of water grow from tiny drops to fat splashes that persuaded us to find a shelter, wait it out.
And I'm so glad we did. Because I've never seen beauty like I breathed in during our first visit back to an old, comforting friend.
The rain pattered to an end, and we were off to find where water meets shore and my heart meets peace. As the sun broke through haze and the clouds cleared, we reached the beach.
Our oldest made a beeline for the water with us at his heels. And then he stood in wonder at the water's edge, me by his side.
And we watched.
And breathed in the loveliness.
I didn't know it was possible, but the rain made everything all the more beautiful. Maybe because, here, there's always sun after the rain.
And discovery. And wonder. My heart just explodes with excitement now that I have someone who sees it the same way I see it ... someone who seems to love it just as much as I do. Someone who doesn't run away from the rain but waits to find the beauty left in its wake.