“Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain”

I was thinking about the beautiful sunny day we had, yesterday and wanting to write. Truly lovely, little wind, maximum sun. I'd been out walking the lot and playing with the dogs; mostly, watching the red wolf mix walking and digging for moles.

This creature LOVES fresh meat, unfortunately, and if no other game is afforded, is not averse to snatching it out of the air. But NOT this day - the birds were on to him. They were staying high and away from Tiger. Nugget, as usual, wasn't interested much; he wants only to lie in the sunshine and beg for belly rubs and piddy-pulls (piddy = paw) or tug on the back of my shirt to get me to come with him on some doggy quest for god-knows-what, and smiling his doggy smile....

I have mostly mockingbirds and ravens - black crows - hanging with me this week of high winds and night storms, and the mockingbirds are looking for love at the top of their lungs.I started whistling at one for fun, and had just succeeded at getting him to whistle back when Tiger startled me by also trying to answer - woofing very softly in the same key and cadence as the whistle.

OK - this was freaking me out ... but I did it again. And so did he - I've always suspected this furry idiot was an alien in disguise ....

The third time Tiger tried to answer, even the birds were paying attention. Just about then, the wind picked up again - I could scent rain in the air, and hear distant thunder in the west, so soft - more pressure than sound, really - and growing slowly stronger, deeper, more insistent. The Furry idiots are afraid of storm-fury, but I'm not. I love rain storms - the energy, the noise, the firmament's cathartic cleansing of the air, earth and soul. The storm sings to those who stop to hear it, and that song is energy, light, fury, trembling.

And it came, blustering, thundering, and roaring: and I danced in the rain - just to feel it all, be a part of it all, move with the music - like I once did as a child. And I felt joy, life, catharsis, renewal.

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. F. Nietzsche

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