8/28 rain

8/28:
topic given- slow motion video of a water balloon being popped.

"Ready, set, GO!" we screamed as we ran through the sprinkler. We were five, and at the age when wearing tankinis meant you were cool. The water splashed on our faces and our bodies and we went from dry to utterly wet in a matter of seconds. Our voices reached the high pitch that only little girls can as we pounced into the puddles of water leftover on the grass. Now our feet were muddy, and our skinny legs were specked with blades of grass. We were so cool. We looked through the steadily oscillating stream of water and saw a rainbow. Ah, so that is rain, we thought. Rain that mom collected, only to release it for our enjoyment. We wondered how long it must have taken her to gather up so many rain drops. All we knew was that we were glad she did. We danced under the drips and held hands and spun in circles. The rest of the world went blurry, but not her face. My eyelashes were lined with water but my vision stayed clear. The rest of the world was moving as we stood still. We stopped spinning and leaned back- her weight balanced mine. She was smiling giggling. I was mezmerized, entranced by her laughter. "Happy," I thought, "that's happiness."