Last night after the rain had been pounding on our roof for hours and just before we were going to get ready for bed at about midnight.... I told Troy we should go run through the rain. Anyone who knows me knows that I don't do wild and crazy things very often. So we took off our socks, rolled up our pants, emptied our pockets and we ran down the street in the rain. We got about half way down our street before our feet were frozen and the pounding on the rough gravel started to hurt. We walked back to the house and jumped in every puddle on the way back. It felt so liberating to do something irresponsible, immature and spontaneous. It wasn't in my plan to jump through puddles and we just did it.
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