I grew up on a farm in Fulton, N.Y., where I loved to play in the rain. I remember splishing and splashing and running around in the downpour of a warm summer rain.

Summer is still my favorite time of the year. This area just comes alive with all the music and festivals. I remember one year when I went to the Jazz Fest with my son. It poured. It poured so hard that trying to share an umbrella simply didn't work. We got drenched.

This haiku is a childhood memory. As adults we tend to be much more reserved. Maybe we shouldn't be.