I think the last time I've ever danced in the rain was a whole decade ago. I'm not counting the million times that i swam the flooded streets of UST in college, I mean real frolicking in the rain. Since watching a GMA documentary on acid rain and how it can actually melt off human skin, i pushed it to the back of my head under the label "hell fucking no".I never did understand why dancing in the rain used to be so fun. it's just getting wet with clothes on. As I said, as a Thomasian i inevitably got this all the time, and it's no treat.
My sister and I danced in the rain after ages a couple days back. It was one of her weird days. She was nice first and foremost, and she invited me to sit in the balcony and just act stupid. The first thing that popped into my head was "does anyone intentionally do that these days sober?"
So anyway, with my sister's powers of persuasion and an amazingly strong pull for a girl that i truly believe has a food disorder, i found me and kate splashing rain puddles on each other like giant deranged ducks. It was truly unexpected, but i had a lot of fun. I actually hated that the rain had to stop.
Kate and I really don't get along so well. I accuse her of being a spoiled square insecure ca-never-measure-up-to-me bitch, and i'm sure she's said that i'm a cynical egotistic romantically-clueless perpetually-unstable fat delinquent slut a time or two. But through the childish and admittedly embarrassing show that we just had i just remembered that i don't think i've danced with anybody else in the rain but her.
I guess that day just made me miss my sister. I've been working on getting away and finally being on my own, and i haven't really been that happy. I haven't really left but so many things have been going on that's been drawing us a bigger distance. I still don't like her, and I still think she's a spoiled rotten hormonal primadonna. But i can't stress enough how much i love her beyond all that. I guess it's blood relation. You just can't hate your own. After all, at the end of the day, we're both just as dysfunctional as the other.
It's not like anything's changed after that day, we both went back to this weird relationship where we share a room yet stare each other down every other conversation, but it's just nice to be reminded that days like that can spontaneously arise to make things a bit lighter. And it's great knowing that maybe we really just have a connection that allows us to comfort the other without having to exchange any words.
Maybe as kids we enjoyed dancing in the rain cause out showerheads didn't work and my mom's a huge fan of taking a bath with a "tabo". Maybe we just found taking a bath fully clothed out of the ordinary and liberating, i really don't know. All it boils down to is that i'm sure i enjoyed them with her. Sappy, but true.
Figuratively and directly... together, we can do a badass booty shaking in any storm just like that.
