I Love Dancing In the Rain

While waiting for my greatly delayed bus, I and my fellow passengers got soaked by a summer storm. What to do? Those who ran for shelter risked missing the last bus home and in any case they were already wet. If you stood still, you just felt miserable as the rain drops rolled down the back of your neck. So I took off my shoes, plastered my hair back over my head and did my own little dance in the deepening puddles. The water sploshed over my ankles, up my legs, and suddenly life seemed brighter again. Even sitting in the bus in a soaking wet dress did not seem nearly as bad with my face flushed and my body still pulsating from the rhythm of the dance.