It has been raining intermittently at odd hours for the past week, most often in the late afternoons that I couldn't do my daily walk. Yesterday, the rain was on and off that I almost gave up walking; however thirty minutes passed my walking time, it stopped raining. I hurriedly put on my walking shoes, snatched my umbrella and off I walked.
Though the neighborhood is safe, I still did not want to be out in the streets alone after dark. I accelerated my pace so I could cover more ground. There were dark clouds that threatened to fall and they covered the sun.
As it was almost dusk, I saw houses had lit their porch lights giving me a welcome feeling as it seemed to beckon me in. Some homes were dark though and I presumed the owners were still out, enjoying the weekend.
I walked on a more familiar neighborhood this time and while some homes hadn't turned on the outdoor lights, I see their kitchen lit, obviously, they were preparing dinner. I even smelled some of their cooking that made my mouth water and I felt hungry.
I didn't see people outdoors or someone tending the garden, as is usually the case on weekends. "Its late", I told myself, "besides rain may fall anytime". But I enjoyed taking in the fresh air and the familiar smell of the outdoors (especially under the trees) after the rain and it brought back childhood memories. I recalled how happy I felt going out of the house to play after the rain, when everything was fresh, the rain having washed away the dust from the air.
I did not complete my routine yesterday, nevertheless, I developed a sweat and I felt good, it was still early after dinner but I couldn't keep my eyes open, so I turned in for the night.
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