Learning to Dance in the Rain


One of my male friends once told me that a woman is ten times sexier with her hair wet. And then there is the iconic love scene where one of the lovers appears at the door soaked through because whatever they had to confess couldn’t wait until the sun came out. Well, I call bull shit on appearing sexier with unwanted water dripping from my hair into my eyes. I feel like a drowned rat. And being rained on is actually really uncomfortable, especially if you are wearing jeans. I live in Florida, but that doesn’t always mean it’s a “warm” rain. So I’m cold right now. There is a reason for umbrellas and raincoats and boots – to keep us dry. Rain can also be accompanied by lightening. Do you know how dangerous that can be? Deadly.

And, yet, rain is necessary, peaceful, and truly beautiful. A night sky filled with jagged lightening is miraculous. The power behind a thunderstorm is just a part of nature’s divinity. Rain is growth.

Today I decided to accept that I was soaked to the bone, wearing those uncomfortable wet jeans, but instead of complaining, I decided to dance in the rain. I looked up into the gray clouds and let the raindrops fall down my face. I welcomed the wet grass beneath my bare feet. Sure I got a little muddy, but I also found peace in the  musical pitter patter. I thanked God for the rain because my orchids were getting a much needed drink of water. The rain saturated the soil and made all my gardens very happy.

I have seen some of the most stunning displays of rainbows in Florida. And during the soft rains I sit on my lanai and meditate to the raindrop orchestra.

Today wasn’t really about the rain or getting wet. It was about taking a chance to feel uncomfortable, so that I could appreciate being in a new moment. We all struggle with this. How many times are you planning your next meeting while someone is trying to share a story? Or you’re worrying about what a friend thought, when you could be taking in the flavors of a home-cooked cuisine? Or you ignore your emotions because all you hear is a television, radio or phone? The list could go on.

If we don’t slow down, we’ll burn out; we’ll lose ourselves; or we’ll forget why we’re living. Not every moment is adventurous or filled with pizazz. But it’s your moment, on your journey, and if you don’t truly experience it or the person sitting in front of you, it will disappear. You won’t get it back. So, let’s try to be present in this moment. And don’t be afraid to get a little uncomfortable dancing in the rain.

“Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it’s about learning how to dance in the rain.” -Anonymous

3 thoughts on “Learning to Dance in the Rain”

  1. Oh my! I must say, that many years ago, on a trip back from Littlerock (in the Mojave Desert), I drove the first part of the trip out of the desert at night with all the windows rolled down; simply because I so rarely experience cool weather, and wanted to see what it was like. It was just as uncomfortable as I was told it was. Now I know.


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