Here in the desert, nothing brings out the smiles faster the sound of rain. There’s no smell here more delicious than rain scented desert air. Nothing brings out the child in people around here faster than the steady drip and splatter of raindrops. It’s a joyful, snow day kind of excitement. We all become puddle jumpers, splashing with abandon, leaving the umbrella’s closed and getting drenched.
The three girls under umbrellas who let me take their photo fifteen minutes ago, are now at the park running along the edges of the newly minted “pond,” no umbrellas in sight.
Is there any movie scene more charming than Gene Kelly dancing in the rain?
“I’m singin’ in the rain
“Just singin’ in the rain
What a glorious feelin’
I’m happy again.
I’m laughing at clouds.
So dark up above
The sun’s in my heart
And I’m ready for love.”
Something about cloud cover and water falling from the sky puts sunshine smack dab in the middle of my heart, just like those lyrics say.
I suppose if it rained often here, it’d be less delightful.
When we lived in the Seattle area the clouds were a constant companion, rain was as common as blackberries growing on the side of the road, and humidity was the norm. Summertime occasionally let the sun peak through, and it didn’t get much warmer than the 70’s. 80’s was a heatwave there.
Having spent 15 years in this desert now I’ve learned to cherish the few rainy days we have. We open the windows and doors and let the freshness waft through the house. Here, rain is like a gem and we cherish the intermittent, the atypical, and the rare.
Let the stromy clouds chase.
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I’ve a smile on my face
I walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
singin’ in the rain… dancin’ in the rain…I’m happy again…
I’m singin’ and dancin’ in the rain…”
I suppose learning to sing or dance in stormy weather requires that we suspend reality or access the inner child in ourselves. Dancing in the rain means we’ve set aside worries and negativity, at least momentarily, in order to just enjoy that short moment. We’re not concerned about what anyone thinks about us.
It’s not always easy to do that, that’s for sure. Sometimes the emotional or psychological climate we’re in just sucks the life right out of us. Singing and dancing are the last things we feel like doing.
It’s possible that’s exactly what we need to do.
Whatever the weather is bringing you today, I hope you can find joy in it, see the beauty in it’s variety, cherish the changeableness in it. Maybe you don’t feel like dancing about it. I hope you can find that sunshine hiding out in your heart and dance anyway.