69 …
Rains come. No, they don’t just
come, but they pour steadily from thin drops to thicker, cool drops. From their window and gated fences, a boy and
two girls staring at the rain pouring outside look dismal at their playground,
until their Mom notices their disappointed faces. She gets up from her corner seat inside the
house, asks them to take off their clothing down to only their bottom underwear. She opens the house door, and then the gate. She releases them outdoors where the steady, cold
drops of rain tickle at first their young skin, and then surprises deeper their
whole body with refreshing wetness and delightful, massaging drops. It takes a Mom-friend to feel, and then
expose her inner children’s longings and desires. It
takes an empathetic, special Mother to fulfill pitter-patter longings and
desires out in the open! 
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