Dancing A Rain Dance
After being covered in thick smoke for days, after our air clocked in as “hazardous,” after being stuck inside so our lungs wouldn’t fill with all sorts of toxins, it’s finally raining where I live in Oregon.
We can breathe again.
I think I will do a rain dance. I will look ridiculous, perhaps a blend of a robot and a spinning, grinning Tasmanian Devil but some things have to be done.
Wishing you rain if you need it…
