Bonnie Tharp Books
“Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning to dance in the rain.”
When I was still in grade school I used to love to go out in the rain barefoot and walk along the edge of the street where the water rushed down to the storm drain. It moved so fast that all manner of interesting things got caught up in the flow. It was amazing how many worms were washed up from the soil and tickled my toes as they slid by on their way to who knows where. A very watery adventure, in my youthful eyes.
As a teen I remember crying copious tears over sad songs, missed phone calls, and lost loves. Ah, the emotional upheaval of youth. The tears fell like rain (yes, there’s a song about that).
In my thirties I worked for an advertising agency and we had an outside ground breaking ceremony to commemorate a new business being built. We had a tent, but when I asked the director if we shouldn’t procure sides in case the weather got bad he laughed and said the weather would hold. HA. Not in Kansas. My new silk blouse and flowing skirt were marred by mud, as were my nice patent pumps. We strung boards from the street across the muck so people could walk to the tent and get out of the rain. What a mess. All for the lack of contingency.
I’ve learned in my fifties that you can never be too prepared and you can never be prepared for everything. So, when it rains you may as well look at the bright side. It’s going to water the flowers and make the grass grow (husband grumbles about mowing again). It washes the air clean (Love that smell). And I love the feel of the rushing water over my toes when I walk down the edge of the street. Still.
Do you dance in the rain? Do you picture Gene Kelly and the lampost? I do. How about the two buddies in the photo above. Looks like fun, doesn’t it. Hey, next time it rains, give me a call and we’ll go out and play.