Rain and Blossoms

Today I rode home in the pouring rain and it was beautiful. There were rivers of blossoms running down the streets and paths as I weaved my way through puddles and into the woods. My senses were on overload and I couldn't help but smile. In the woods I was drenched, but happy as could be. It was warm and it feels like spring in Portland. Cars splashed by or sat in traffic oblivious to me or my mood. Pink, white, yellow and new green were everywhere with me and around me. It all blurred together as I stood up on the pedals in the woods and hammered through the winding path. The rain soaked through my shoes and and pooled around my toes as I descended hills, squinted, and ducked my head to see the road. I felt the rain creep down my neck and back and soak through my shirt. Water dripped from helmet and into my face as I rode...all the while I smiled, even when I stepped into the shower and watched as the blossoms washed down the drain.