On Sunday I went to this great party at the Water Taxi Beach in Queens. It was about one hundred and fifty degrees in the shade which was all located under this huge tent where we had six awesome DJ’s playing all day.
Many drinks were had, more laughs were laughed and a whole lot of sand made it into places where it shouldn’t have. The best part, however, didn’t come until after the sun had gone down.
Around 9pm the sky started lighting up and dumping rain. Most people fled for cover under the tent and continued dancing. A few friends and I seized the chance and started dancing around in the deluge.
If you’ve never spun and kicked and danced with your arms flailing about you with some of your favorite people while the sky has opened up above you and lightning is crashing down everywhere but on your head…
… you must.
At some point in their lives most people forgot that rain is for playing in. They duck under awnings, carry impossibly huge umbrellas, they’re scared of getting wet. I’ve even seen people get mad at rain, for doing what? Falling? That’s what it’s supposed to do, it doesn’t know how to do anything else.
Next time it’s raining, you can wait until it’s hot if you’re scared of getting sick, grab your MP3 player and head outside. Put on that song that you dance to when you’re all by yourself in your room and dance in the middle of the street.
If you’re lucky, you just might have some fun. I always do and I know I’m dry well before that wears off.