Rain Dance

Rain dance with me my love and let us bless the harvest as we do before each planting season comes. We dance to celebrate the blossoming of flowers, the beginning of spring, the sun beaming brighter over our lives, that we are alive to see another change. Dance and let your hands journey slowly down your hips and thighs and I will dance in circle of you as a sign of strength circling the earth. The rains will come and moisten the ground and we will plant many seeds of life. We plant and tend and nurture our growing season so that we should not suffer want in a moment of leanness. We dance to show our thankfulness and we dance to express our praise and to remind ourselves that we to are as seed planted to produce a good harvest that is nourished by heaven sent rain.

We dance and sing to the darkness of the clouds as they form themselves overhead. In the darkness there is the nutrition of life that will pour down and all may drink of it plentifully and happily. We dance moving from side to side and we dance turning and spinning about. We dance to the beat of music that is played and we dance to music that we alone only hear in our mind. We dance to a mother addressing her needs and to a father hunting for game in the cliffs. We dance to the builder erecting a tent and to the traveler who searches for the reason that life exist. Dance with me my love to the harvest that has not yet come and to the harvest that is always here. Let a sound come from your lips that tells the story of what mercy persists and let it drift slowly into the clouds where the darkness is evidence that there are ears that do hear.

We dance before any others have joined us to show that we are of the first to awaken and to let all who hear and see us know that we have set our minds to be of one love and of one home. Raise your dress high up on your thighs and move your hips counter-clockwise. Part your legs and bend your knees very close to the ground and smile with the awareness of an adored woman as the watcher displays a gleam of delight in his smile. We dance as our mothers and fathers did and we dance as our children will to show that life is always in continuous motion passed down to the generations and will not be lost even when all things else are changing. Dance with me my love as the dark clouds gathers and prepares to let its renewing rain pour down onto our heads.

We dance in the realization that there is a time and a season for everything and that we explore every moment under the shield of loving grace. You and I have come out to dance before the others to express our thanks privately before the rainmaker. Now we are not of any more and we are not of any less but we have come out to do this just for ourselves. Dance my love as a feather falls from your hair and in that silent remark we bear witness that life is like a feather falling from the air. We dance to show homage for our merciful consideration and to show our praise before all eyes of our happiness for our rainmaker's constant care. Dance with me and we shell move to the music that our love for life beats and mayhap there is one who will hear us who now walks a lonely trail and in sorrow of near defeat and join us so that our dance is complete