.... as I danced there in the pouring rain, completely soaked, completely in the moment, singing as loudly as I could, I knew...
Cale and I go to concerts, it's what we spend our money on. We collect music and moments listening to it. I remember, even before we started this tradition, I would swing by the cheapest clothing store I could, buy a new outfit, something obviously trendy. I would paint my nails, straighten my ridiculously curly hair and head a few hours out of town with a collection of people to sit outside in the humid Midwest summer and soak in the sounds of the music around us.
This year is no different, another concert. Coldplay, again. We are hooked on the entertaining show, best I've ever seen. Of course this concert was outside during the hottest week we've had this summer. Our weather apps told us the real feel was 104 degrees AND that we should expect severe thunderstorms. We spent the day in Chicago exploring with friends and spending as much time inside as possible. In the late afternoon we got ready. This time I threw on a very simple jumpsuit, something I've worn many times before and that I wouldn't be miserable in, if it got wet. I slipped on my least favorite sandals and stuffed a zip block bag in my purse for the valuable things. I put on no make-up, I didn't do my nails, I left my hair curly and big (it is basically a mane when it's humid.)
After a rain delay, canceled openers and a lot of time drying off drum sets, Coldplay came on. Of course their performance was as wonderful, maybe even better than usual. Full of surprise confetti, balloons, amazing light shows, hilarious and also admirable dancing. Then sprinkles began to fall. Chris Martin told us not to worry but eventually the sprinkles turned to very big drops. The drops turned into a down pour and the band decided to skip to their last song.
A song that we used at our wedding began to play, A Sky Full of Stars (funny enough, we exited our wedding to this song... in the rain... in our wedding clothes...). The rain poured from the sky, it was cool and refreshing after a long day of heat and humidity. Every single person sang and danced with smiles so big you could feel them. As I danced in the pouring rain, completely soaked, completely in the moment, singing as loudly as I could, I knew, THIS IS WATER.
Reflecting back to all those other nights, the anxiousness I felt about about my make-up or hair or clothes. The concern I felt for looking good, or not making a fool out of myself while I was dancing and singing. It was just not worth it. Being able to sing and dance freely in the rain and know that no matter what I looked like, it just didn't matter. That was worth it.
We walked 45 minutes home, to our hotel, in downtown Chicago, in the rain. I am water and earth and fire. Guess it's time to play with air!
Here is my original Missing Element Post