Dancing in the Rain

Life has its ups and downs. We all know this to be true. But what do we do when life is more down than up? What do we do in that moment when there doesn’t seem to be an easy solution? In that moment the epiphanies don’t come and the broken doesn’t get mended. We could spend more time processing our feelings. We could process ourselves mad.

Sometimes the clouds roll in and they hide the sun. Sometimes it rains. There are times to take shelter from the rain. To put up your umbrella and find somewhere dry to ride it out.

When life is especially difficult and the pain is very real, that is when we are least willing to let go. We feel safer if we just hold on tighter. Letting go feels completely illogical and dangerous. Why would someone recommend endangering ourselves like that? Letting go. Please. So, even with our fingers hurting, we tighten our grip and withdraw further. You can’t touch me. I won’t let you take what little I have left.

 When your life is more like a thunderstorm than a sunny day, sometimes all that is left to do is raise your head to the sky and laugh. To twirl around in the raindrops, letting life pulsate back through your limbs. Let yourself feel alive and free even just for a moment. Sometimes the only thing left to do is to dance in the rain. It is a completely illogical response to the situation. Which can make it such a powerful act of warfare. Your enemy has no strategy in place for your seemingly out of place reaction. When you surrender to hope and to joy and to celebration, even in the midst of the storm.

How does one do that? How does that work? What does that even look like?

I am still trying to understand it myself, what it looks like to dance in the rain.