Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Rain Dance

Raindrops on the window pane. a hot cup of tea in my hands. Head rested on the window. Curtains drawn aside. Trees bathing in the rain. Wind blowing and I can see the leaves dancing.

A smile cuts across my face.

I can see the kids dancing away in the rain, half-naked. Wish I could go too. I want to. They call out to me.

Am I going? Certainly not. I don't like rain. Or that's what I've been telling myself all these years. How can anyone like the rain? Stupid. Yes, that's what it is.

But what harm can a little jig do? I can capture it inside. I look down. I should get up. Maybe I can dance too. Besides no one is watching. I'll get up give my waist a little twist and sit down. Yes, that's what I'll do.

As I try to get up, my better half comes in. "It's raining outside, want to go for a ride?"

I thank God that i didn't try dancing in front of him. "Yes, of course." I give a smile and he comes and keeps the crutches besides me for me to stand.
We are going for a long drive....