It's raining everybody!

How could you not make time to dance in the rain?

The unstarted homework, the unanswered texts, the unfinished conversations, the uncleaned mess, these things will all still be here when clouds pass.

But the chill of each raindrop, the thrill of predicting the next lightning bolt, the bliss and serenity of dancing and drinking and standing and thinking in the rain, these things will blow away as suddenly as the storm came on.

So, go! Go outside, right now! Dance! Sing! Stand! Make a fool out of yourself! Your "responsibilities" will be there when you return, but will not follow you outside (that, I think, is the best part).

I refuse to take another raindrop for granted.