Old Man Caught In the Rain

In the middle of my walk this morning…as my health I try to maintain…I was greeted from the heavens…with an unexpected rain. It’s funny how it works…as the first raindrops and you collide…you immediately look around…for a safe, dry place to hide. But I walk through old neighborhoods…and I didn’t think it bright…to hide on a strangers porch…while still blanketed by the night. Which left me only one option…given the circumstances my reasoning was sane…if I didn’t want to get arrested…I’d have to give in to the rain. And so I did and as I watched the raindrops upon my body find their way…all my apprehension about getting wet…miraculously faded away. There was a rhythm to the rain…I could hear it…I could feel it in my feet…and before I knew it…there I was…dancing in the street. I imagine if anyone was awake and watching…they would think I was insane…and wonder what this old man was doing…dancing in the rain. But I take my walk quite early…it’s a routine for years I have been keeping…which means in most of the houses that I pass…the people are still sleeping. What a shame…I thought to myself…for if this morning they happened to look out their windowpanes… they would have seen an old man feeling like a young boy encouraging them to join him… outside… dancing in the rain.