Who Likes Dancing In the Rain?
Apparently, I do. For the first time ever in over 37 years, I willingly threw myself into a downpour. No more of that timid stuff– mists and sprinkles (although, they are amazing, mind you.) I was ready for the intensity of a gorgeous, full force rainfall.
Stepping out of my apartment, with my semi-broken umbrella (i.e. security blanket), I gently got used to rain drops hitting my skin, where my tiny umbrella did not protect me. I, then, pulled away the umbrella to feel the rain on my skin and then shielded myself again. I went back and forth like this a few more times, until I ditched the umbrella altogether.
The rain briefly lightened– not so bad. But then, the deluge returned, and just like jumping into cool lake, where at first it is slightly unpleasant as my body gets used to the temperature of the water, I soon adjusted, feeling the pure watery bliss.
Okay, so I never, literally, danced in the rain, but I was dancing in side. I tilted my head back, letting the rain slide down my face, down my arms, down my back, down my legs, soaking my dress completely. Ahhhh, cleansed by water– joy free flowing. I opened my arms wide to the sky, letting the rain beat down upon my heart. As I walked down the street, I saw a few people dashing to get out of the rain and a few more people standing in doorways waiting for it to pass, but I was loving being in it 1000%. So much so, that I ran in it, like a child expressing glee.
It’s moments like this that I realize that more rain dances and expressions of joy are in order. Next time, I want to go deeper and wider, and not stop and go home to take my laundry out of the wash, but keep going, allowing the moment to fully blossom and awaken my life.