This is a post about weather dances... go figure.

I want to dance in the rain. I normally spend a decent part of my summers doing just that, and I miss the sensation of raindrops mingling with my laughter as they splatter onto my face. Most people run for shelter, so it seems as though it is raining for your own enjoyment as you splash about, you and the weather a perfect duet. It's like knowing a secret, an inside joke. I hear a song in the summer rainfall, and I answer it as purely as I can. I have been dreaming of rain...I haven't seen a cloud in days. Deserts can be rather oppressive...

There are sun dances too, of course. But I rarely feel the need. The sun here in particular has a slow and steady beat, not one made for dancing. Besides, sun dances are hardly private things, and while I may confess to dancing in the rain, you'll never see me at it.

Everyone has done a snow dance. Actually, no, I take that back. Those of us who lived in the midwest or north or anywhere with a chance for snowdays off from school has done a snow dance. A snow dance, as opposed to other weather dances, occurs not with snow, but in the hope of snow. I've done many a snow dance in my day rather than finish my homework, with varying success. I do know of one person with an infallible snow dance. Sister Mary was a teacher at my first school, a catholic school, as you may have perceived, and her snow dance, though used but rarely, never failed.

Alright, thats enough randomness for now.