Rain Dance

It's pouring. Sheets of water rinsing away the dust and oil, soaking the parched soil, infusing the outstretched roots with life, refreshing my upturned visage with unmitigated wetness and cold.
The spirited dance of raindrops everywhere sparkling with abandon. Reckless and generous, they give and are gone in an instant. The invitation to join the playful expression is almost irresistible. Beauty no imagination could choreograph. Freedom no will can intend. Simplicity with which no soul will be content. Rain dance.