As the heat wave passed, I whispered to myself, "I will dance in the rain". I've been told I can't dance, but the rain doesn't care. I've been told that I'm odd, but weather isn't bothered by human expectations or concerns. The rain didn't come until the sun had slipped down beyond the ocean and dark had claimed the day. It was cool outside and rain slippery fingers were chills against my skin. I reached to the sky accepting the offering and danced.