Couldn't Sleep

so I stepped outside for a little bit in the torrential downpour at 2:54 a.m.  I covered my camera up with a shopping bag and ripped a hole for the lens to fit through.  My back yard was flooded.  I was battling winds, mud puddles, rain.  Ashley was asleep, dreaming of the fondest wedding that could be had, and no clue as to my little adventure. 

As kids it was fun to play in the rain, as "grown ups", not so.  At what point does this happen in one's life?  Who teaches us that it is no longer fun?

click for being a kid at heart and living it

Day 107/Life