The Weather Channel had a picture of a cloud and lightning with raindrops in the 7 o’clock slot last night. We’ve been praying for rain all month and now it’s getting critical. I read in the newspaper that our small town only has minute’s worth of water in the tower it uses to supply the fire hydrants here. It’s dry and we’re approaching the fourth of July. Common sense would indicate avoiding anything with a spark but odds are someone is going to do something stupid.
So, we’ve been praying for rain. We’ve hung our hopes on that little icon of a thunderstorm.
After a hot sunny day with temperatures at somewhere near 105 degrees, the sky clouded over and then the wind picked up, a lot. I went outside to check the sky because I’m one of those crazy people who goes outside when a storm is approaching. I could smell it, ozone in the dry air. I could feel the humidity rise around me. The scorching wind was building and dust was puffing up from the dry grass as debris blasted across the yard. I scrunched up my eyes to protect them then threw out my arms and turned full circle as I was joined by my son and his girlfriend. “Can you believe it,” I asked. “It really might rain.” We were joyous, giddy really. I grabbed their hands and we ran to the driveway and danced in a circle and then my husband and younger son joined us. “You’re doing it wrong,” my older son said. “This is how you do a rain dance!” He slapped his knees and did a little jig and then slapped his shoulders in a crisscross and kicked out his heels. We tried to copy his steps and ended up laughing and spinning around in the wind with our arms outstretched, palms open to the sky. In the suddenly cool wind, I felt a single drop of rain hit my palm and evaporate. It was there and then it wasn’t. I prayed for rain and I received a single drop.
The purple sky soon lightened to gray; the wind died and the sunshine returned. The ground was still as parched as before the storm and we all returned to whatever we were doing before the wind came. I received a single drop of rain and the memory of a joyous random dance with my family.