Rain Dance

by Lisa

Our $10 folding chairs chilling out at the Lake George campsite. The four of us were celebrating a rain free moment.

The first rain day, I put on waterproofing and went for a stroll with the iPod. The campground was primarily empty and the skies were grey and wooly. I skip danced around the rainy camp loops, replaying Beck's song, "Girl".

I thought about my old walk to work. There was a long light at the corner of Massachusetts and 20th, just outside Dupont Circle. If a zippy song came on, I would wiggle a little under the lamppost. Always slightly restrained, very aware of those around me. I wanted to plant a friend across the street, also under the iPod spell. The plan would go as follows:

First we nod. I do a quick shuffle, my friend returns the dance. Another few dance exchanges, then we full out boogie. Legs shifting, arms in the air, shuffling, doing the snake. The other commuters move slowly away from us. The light changes, we stop dancing immediately and cross the street. We don't talk or stop, just exchange a quick grin.