The Choir
dancing with the rain
I’m singing in the rain. Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feelin’…Arthur Freed
Song of the rain — melody soaring from earth’s open throat on rhythm’s wings, mist, and the finch’s descant — teach me, too, to dance.
©Jenine Bsharah Baines 2021
Carolyn Hastings, creator of the Twittle, has been nudging me to tackle one. (It’s been a while.) Five lines, 100 letters. Carolyn finds them effortless; I wrestle for hours.
Hence my snail’s pace responding to her nudge. “Write about dancing,” she urged.
I wasn’t sure why, but okay…
Around 2 a.m. today, I woke up to an unexpected sound in L.A. — rain. I love rain. Particularly at night. No lullaby is more enveloping, reassuring, gorgeous.
Six hours later, I went to fetch yesterday’s mail — just for an excuse to walk a short distance in the rain. I channelled Gene Kelly in the musical Singing in the Rain.
And Gene Kelly, for you young ones who may not recognize his name, was an astonishing dancer. Twittle time!
I even danced back into the house from the mailbox. And, alas, yes, this Twittle took forever.
But it was a pleasure to evoke a lovely moment. Hope you enjoy it as well.
Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) of The Brain is a Noodle — Twittle Central, thanks to Carolyn’s efforts on the Twittle’s behalf. Carolyn Hastings, thank you for the challenge. It’s good for my old lady brain.
Thank you, dearest readers — each of you is a refreshing song of the rain inspiring my soul to dance.





