"Dancing in the Rain." And that is really true. We did "Dance in the Rain" as kids around five and six and even younger than that, right? And there we are again. We go dancing in warm rain. When sky set up with clouds nearly charcoal black, yard cocks flap their wings and let out a crowing, loud, loud, and the wind vex, vex, blowing strong, bearing the hen fowl's feathered bums. And everybody starts grabbing clothes off the clothes line. We know rain coming. Then we hear it getting nearer, rattling on galvanised tin roof. And the drops dong sting hard. Squealing, we pull off the clothes and there we are again. We love dancing in the rain.