Singin’ and Dancin’ in the Rain

Sometimes magic happens so unexpectedly it catches us off guard and unprepared. There are no real-time images of this bit of magic.

Chloe usually spends Saturday nights with us and we take her to church on Sunday. After dinner last Saturday, she wanted to go outside. It had rained on and off all day, but it was a nice warm, steady rain, so I suggested we get umbrellas and go check the mail. Then we just meandered around the condo complex for a while. I noticed that the sun was starting to peek out in the west and told Chloe we should watch for a rainbow in the opposite part of the sky.

We circled around the complex and looped back toward our unit, by which time Chloe had abandoned both umbrella and flip-flops, running, dancing, splashing—soaking wet and in total bliss, the embodiment of e e cummings’ “mud-luscious… and puddle-wonderful.”

Watching her, clutching mail and keys, I turned slightly and saw a perfect rainbow in the clearing eastern sky. The view was such that we could see almost the entire 180 degrees, nearly horizon to horizon, with its faint double just above. I called to Chloe, “Hurry, let’s go get Gary.” We ran into the house, dropped mail and keys, and told him to come out quickly.

He did, and being the incorrigible showman began singing “Singin’ in the Rain….” The three of us danced and splashed around the complex as the rainbow faded. Chloe always complains when Gary belts out his movie tunes, but we have shown her the clip of Gene Kelly from the movie, and I hope someday she’ll hear that song and remember splashing in puddles with Grandma and Gary one Saturday evening when she was not quite six.

I was sort of sorry I hadn’t taken my phone out with me and had no way to capture the images, but in a way I’m glad. Instead of seeing it through a screen, I was just caught up in bliss of the moment. It also burned it into my memory more than if I had taken pictures.

Wet as they were, Gary and Chloe decided to put on their bathing suits and go swimming.

Our two umbrellas. Chloe’s is, of course, the polka-dotted one.


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