"Dancing in the Rain." And that is really true, we did dance in the rain as kids, around five and six, and even we were younger than that, right? And there we are, again, we go dancing in warm rain. When sky is set up with clouds, nearly charcoal black, yard ***** flap their wings and let out a crowing. Loud, loud, and the wind vex, vex, blowing strong, bearing the hand fowl's feather bums, and everybody start grabbing clothes off the clothes line. We knew rain coming, then we hear it getting nearer, rattling on galvanized tin roof, and then the dropstones stinging hard. Squealing, we pull off the clothes, and there we are again, we love dancing in the rain.