I danced outdoors to catch the rain Or bet that it wouldn't catch me. She said it'd rain soon but then you never think it will happen to you. Pearl grey skies, slight breeze, my first mile along the winding, snaking figure-8 road when the wind blasts with sound like waterfall or river through the trees. And I feel the first drops the downpour and big, brave me under a tree, watches Nature's shadowplay, Oklahoma drama and, during a station break, the rain slows and reprieved,walk on. Duck in again under another kind tree. Test the rain's resolve, beseach 'come on, enough already!' Walk another mile. Wet, soaked. I awake to take up where I left off...I danced outdoors to catch the rain. It caught me.