WHEN THE STORMS COME, JUST DANCE IN THE RAIN.

Sunday morning is here. It is early as usual. The doors are open so I hear the birds as they start their day. Have you ever listened to the birds as they are waking up, not a moan or groan among any of them. They are singing. Its a shame we can't all wake up that way.If you will please check out the top of the page. I have two handsome young men on my page today. I wanted to run Damien's picture from the swim meet and couldn't bear to take off Ryan's yet. So there they both are. Handsome, right?


"Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. Its learning to dance in the rain." I swiped that off another Blog. I do not know who wrote it, so I can't give them credit. But I really like it. Let the storms come and get right off the porch and dance in the rain. We worry too much what other people might think about us. How we act, how we look. Have you ever watched that old movie with Gene Kelly? "Dancing in the rain?" He's in the pouring rain along with Debbie Reynolds and Donald O'Connor. All dressed in yellow rain slickers. I was about twelve when I saw that movie and wanted a yellow slicker ever since then. I danced all the way home from the Fox theater, though not in the rain. But right down the middle of Virginia. It felt good.

When you're feeling low, misunderstood, try dancing. Do a little jig. Matters not if you're alone or in a crowd. Or the next time it rains, just go out in the yard. Do a little dance. You really have no idea how good it feels. Sort of liberating. Now I will agree the neighbors might think you're nuts. But actually who really cares what the neighbors think.

Can you remember back when you were a kid. You played, ran, hollered. Or sang at the top of your lungs and really didn't care what your family or the people down the street thought. Then we get older and loose the magic of just being silly. And dancing in the rain. I guess I think that's one of the most important things going. After learning to love your fellow man. That's just being confident enough in yourself to be silly when you feel like it. When the storms come, go outside and dance in the rain. You know I think I'm going to buy me some red rain boots, just for that very reason. You'll know me if you see me. The silly lady, bleached hair and red rain boots. You really ought to buy yourself a pair and join me sometime. For now I'm dancing right out of Blogland. I hope to see you later. I'm outta here.