“Some people feel the rain… others just get wet’
That quote has bounced around in my head ever since I was a little girl. Some people just didn’t get it. Some people didn’t know how to find adventure in everyday life, some people didn’t know what it was like to dance in the rain. Lately, some people, is me.
I’ve been in a self-imposed prison of anxiety, stress, and depression for the last few months, struggling to make it past my front door most days.
It’s been raining a lot, in every sense of the phrase.
A Curious Walk
I grudgingly forced myself on a walk the other day, my attempt at being a human. “Just my luck”, I thought to myself as I began being pelted by heavy raindrops minutes into my feeble adventure. I watched as my bright green puffer was dyed a dark emerald one spot at a time. I continued walking, knowing that I should since it was my first time outside in a couple of days. One foot in front of the other, trying not to slide on the gravel, head bowed against the wind and rain, I continued.
Through my squinted eyes I saw the skies open up and the clouds part, beaming rays illuminating the path. Curiously, the rain continued, but I could see the light now and started to notice the details around me. The bright oranges of the leaves changing colors, the puddles on the gravel creating little portals of reflections, the wind whistling a tune as it made its way through the grass.
“The devil’s sister is getting married,” I said to myself, a smirk creeping up on my face. The curious old Spanish saying for a sunny rainfall had always made me laugh.
What a great reminder of duality, of juxtaposition, of another perspective of clouds.
Dance Anyway
It seems that the little girl who never said no to adventure, who sang at the top of her lungs, and the little girl who lifted her head to the sky and danced in the rain has been gone for a while.
The clouds are parting though, and she’s making her way back.
So this is your reminder, and mine as well, to feel the rain and dance anyway.
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